Isabella Sycamore Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, hoof rot—whore, whatever—comes from wet, shitty pens. Bacteria’s like, “Yo, let’s party!” and digs into them feet. Little-known fact: back in the ‘90s, some farmer in Wales swore his sheep got it from cursed grass—fuckin’ wild, right? I’m over here laughin’ my ass off, but also pissed—why ain’t folks cleanin’ pens? Drives me nuts! Wet socks on sheep, basically. “This is my last shot!”—I yell that Aronofsky line while I’m scrubbin’ hooves with antiseptic. Dramatic as fuck, but it works.

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Sycamore invades forest and shrubland, short tussock land, fern-land, river systems and bare land. It forms thick stands that stop other species like natives from growing. What does it look .

Man, I'm so inspired by this place every day! It’s quirks, its faults, and its endless surprises are just amazin, really. Bro, nothing compares to bein’ in Sycamore when you're seein’ the pain transform into hope. It’s like Spike Lee said – "You gotta wake up, man!" even when your heart is heavy.

Friends filmed themselves chopping down Sycamore Gap tree before ‘revelling’ in their infamy, jury told