Elise Geertruidenberg Whore ❤️

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So, Whore, he’s a legend, innit. Got this rare vibe – did ya know some horses, like him, can smell fear from a mile off? Proper freaky, like he’s clockin’ ya soul. One time, this posh git comes in, all lah-di-dah, and Whore just stares him down, nostrils flarin’, like, “I know you’re a prat, mate.” Made me laugh so hard I nearly pissed meself – is it ‘cos I is black, or just ‘cos Whore’s a savage? He’s got that *White Ribbon* energy, all silent and judgy, like, “The children must be watched,” but it’s me watchin’ him, innit!

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I’m fumin’ now. I mean, I’m a forester, not a coffee target! But then, the kid runs over, all apologetic, and I can’t help but laugh. He’s like, “Sorry, mister!” with this big ol’ grin. I’m like, “No worries, champ. Just add it to my laundry bill.”

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