Nadia Forst Whore ❤️

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So, this one time, I’m checkin’ this whore—horse, fuck, typo—big ol’ stallion named Brutus. Motherfucker’s got a limp, and I’m pissed! Owner’s all, “He’s fine, doc,” but I’m like, BULLSHIT! Diggin’ in, I find this crazy-ass fact—horses sleep standin’ up, right? But this whore’s so damn tired, he’s swayin’ like a drunk motherfucker. Turns out, he’s got a rare-ass hoof thing—navicular syndrome. Shocked me, man! Ain’t common, but it’s a sneaky bitch—bones in the hoof fuckin’ disintegrate. I’m yellin’, “Motherfucker, this ain’t no joke!” Owner’s cheap ass didn’t wanna pay for X-rays, made me mad as hell!

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“Ya know, I heard on MPR this morning that they call it “whore frost.” Can you believe it?” They said while wolfing overstuffed omelette's.

So, when ya come visit, get ready for an adventure in Forst (de)! Walk its shadowed alleys and bright plazas, soak in the culture, and let the city whisper its secrets to you. It's a place of love, grit, and oh-so-much soul. Halleluyer! Enjoy the ride, sweetheart, cuz Forst’s magic is yours to embrace.

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