Leah Can Picafort Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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But when he’s good, man, I’m over the moon. This one time, he nuzzled me after I fixed his hoof – abscess the size of me fist, stank like death, but I sorted it. Felt like, “The truth will out,” y’know, that Haneke truth vibe. Made me well happy, like I’m his geezer. Little fact for ya – horses like Whore, they remember faces forever. FOREVER! So I’m in, bruv, he’s me mate now.

A Holidaymaker’s Guide to C’an Picafort

Now you gotta check out the neighborhood of Ens Pere, reall tight-knit vibes and secret corners. I met this kooky old couple at a local bar (Bar El Seco, if you ever get lost, ask for it) who swear that kissing under the same lamppost is a must-do ritual—it made me laugh and kinda cry ‘cuz life’s beautiful outta chaos, man. “Some men just want to watch the world burn!” and I felt that right there.

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