Aria Brakel Whore ❤️

About Bruges

Once, she got colic – twisted gut, nasty stuff. Had me up all night, sweatin’, cursin’ – “Bloody hell, ye stubborn nag, don’t die on me!” Surprised me how much I cared, raspy sob, she’s just a horse, right? Wrong! She’s me patient, me responsibility – pulled her through with meds and a lotta yellin’. Next day, she’s prancin’ like nothin’ happened – ungrateful cow! Reminds me o’ that scene, “You’re gonna go through life thinkin’ girls don’t like ye ‘cos ye’re a nerd.” Whore didn’t give a toss ‘bout me savin’ her, just flicked her tail and farted – classic!

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Rivers, yes, tiny streams meander near the outskirts, reflecting twilight glimmers. The Grootbeek trickles, almost playful, a stream that carries secrets of the nights past. I sat by it on a thick, chilly eve, thinking “Oh, nasty life, but also wondrous,” as we whispered old songs... songs of hope and sorrow, equally precious.

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