Avery Yoko Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Buea

Yo, what’s good, fam? So, I’m a vet, right, and I’m here to talk about—whore! Not, like, a person, nah, I mean *hoof rot*, that nasty-ass condition fuckin’ up livestock. Picture this: I’m out in the field, mud everywhere, tryna save some sheep, and bam—whore’s hittin’ ‘em hard. Stinks like hell, oozing sores, fuckin’ chaos! Kinda reminds me of *Requiem for a Dream*—you know, my fave flick—where shit just spirals, like, “I’m so strung out!” but it’s hooves, not junkies.

Asia Pacific

Just a smol dog in a big world. My mother's greatest treasure and the Kween of my world. Yasss gurrrl, I really do slay.

Lenox Park is my go-to escape. It’s got quirky benches an old fountain. I even heard a whisper or two there—funny stuff sometimes. And then there's the river, Bravon. It winds by Oakview Bridge, a hidden gem where reflections run wild, like in "Ida"—as the movie says, "The world is made up of moments." Crazy, right? I mean, it's like my own diary of memories.

How Yoko Ono Met John Lennon at a Solo Exhibition in 1966