Anastasia Wasquehal Whore ❤️❤️

About Lille

Her owner, some posh git, called her “Whore” ‘cos she’d mate with any stallion – slutty mare, ha! Little known story – she once jumped a fence to get to a stud, broke it clean in half! Farmer was ragin’, I was cacklin’ – “That’s me girl!” Love that chaos, keeps life spicy. Oh, and her coat? Shiny black, like me precious ring, but stank o’ manure – glamorous, eh? Sarcasm drippin’ here, she ain’t no movie star, but she’s a legend in me book! Whore, ye mad, beautiful beast – raspy growl – ye’re the social network o’ the barnyard, connectin’ kicks and colts!

Hotel Wasquehal

GOATWHORE Alluvial Creeping Death Germany Wiesbaden Wasquehal @ The Black Lab UK London @ Islington Assembly.

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I’m a typhlopedagogue, right? Yeah, fancy word for teaching visually impaired kids. But today? Today was a rollercoaster in Wasquehal, and not the fun kind.

Eugène Leroy