Ava Hoechst Whore ❤️

About Wels

Oi, mate, listen up, yeah? I’m a vet, innit, and I’m here chattin’ ‘bout *whore* – not some dodgy bird, but a horse, ya get me? Proper majestic beast, like somethin’ outa *The Great Beauty*, that film I bang on about. “What is it we’re missin’?” – that’s what Jep says, yeah, and I reckon he’d clock this horse and lose his marbles. Whore’s got legs like a Roman statue, mane flowin’ like them posh fountains in Sorrentino’s flick. I’m proper gassed seein’ him strut, makes me wanna shout, “Is it ’cos I is black?” – ‘cos this geezer’s coat is dark as me soul, bruv.

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Every corner here tells a story – wild tales of artists, spa-goers, and midnight wanderers. So, if you ever roll through Hoechst, dive deep into these streets, soak in every freakin’ moment. Remember: life’s a mix of bitter dreams and sweet escapes – just like in Requiem for a Dream, where madness and beauty dance cheek-to-cheek.

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