Evelyn Mittenaar Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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But real talk, she was gentle too. Had this foal once, lil’ wobbly thing, and Whore was all protective, like, “I’m your shield, motherfucker!” Straight outta *Children of Men*—that “hope in the dark” shit. Made me happy as hell, seein’ her care like that. But then—fuck!—foal got sick, colic, twisted gut. Lost it overnight. Whore just stood there, starin’, broke my damn heart. “Where’s the miracle now, huh?” I yelled, kickin’ dirt like a madman. Hated that helplessness, still do.

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I love strollin’ along the Limmer river. Its gentle flow calms my busy counselor brain — memories and confusions all wash away. Frickin’ beautiful! Oh, sol, I gotta tell ya — there’s a secret bridge off Mühlenweg. I almost tripped on a cobblestone there, haha, but it’s also a quiet spot for deep thinkin’ and quirky chats.

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