Samantha Stuart Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

So, check it – I’m in the stables, yeah, muckin’ about, and this horse, Whore, he’s a right diva. Little known fact, fam – horses like him can sleep standin’ up, but Whore? Nah, he flops down like a drunk uncle at a weddin’. Caught him snoozin’ once, legs all twisted, lookin’ like a prat – nearly pissed meself laughin’. “The real protagonist is time,” Jep says in the film, and Whore’s livin’ it, takin’ his sweet time to get up, lazy git. Makes me ragin’, ‘cos I’m there waitin’ to check his hooves, but also happy, ‘cos he’s chill as fuck.

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From Whore to Stuart Ally: Musical Venuses on the Early Modern English Stage. In Musical Voices of Early Modern Women: Many-Headed Melodies (pp.

Err, sorry, got distracted – where was I? Ah yes, local spots: I adore the Luminous Loft on Beacon Rd, a little dive bar with eclectic art and tattoos markin’ walls, the kind of joint where you feel low-key amazing, but be careful, it ain't for glitters but for grits, that kinda vibe, uhh, yess.

Stuart decides not to adjust noise ordinance