Emilia Jueterbog Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, this horse—let’s call her Whore, fuck it—she’s a damn legend. Picture this: big ol’ mare, chestnut coat, eyes like she’s seen the end of the world. “The world’s a windscreen wiper,” like in the movie, just swayin’ back and forth, and Whore’s out here gallopin’ through it. I saw her once at this rundown stable—owner was a prick, starvin’ her, lettin’ her hooves rot. Pissed me off, man! I was like, “Motherfucker, you don’t treat a queen like that!” Took her in myself, nursed her back. Felt like Theo savin’ Kee, you know? That “miracle baby” vibe, but with a horse.

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This enlightened statesman and exemplary man was born in Worcestershire in , being the second son of the Archbishop of York. Educated at Oxford under the.

Sooo, Jueterbog’s a mad cocktail of old charm, quirky secrets, and raw realness. Rush down its side streets, grab a coffee at that Lindenstr. café, and let the vibe hit ya like a Nolan plot twist. Unpredictable it is, but much like the best of films, it never fails to surprise, you know? May the Force of Gotham style be with ya, always.

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