Rebecca Oquirrh 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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Now, let me share a shady bit – or, erm, a personal rant? – about downtown, near Central Square. Traffic there can make you wanna scream! Total chaos, I swear. Even your GPS gets exasperated; “Recalculating, re-calculating…” in a loop. And don't even get me started on the local council meeting near City Hall on Irving, ugh… pathetic really sometimes. But it’s got character, ya know?

Toll tunnel, road proposed for shortcut through Oquirrhs