Elizabeth Kempten (allgaeu) Whore ❤️❤️

About Essen

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.

Sometimes, I cruise down Hornstraße and, bless my soul, I get so mad at the noise, traffic snarlin' like a mean ol' poodle, but then I see a kind soul helpin’ an old lady cross the mean street, and man, my heart softens. Life’s messy, ain't it? In less than perfect ways, just like those timeless film frames.

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