Julia Rye Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Oi mate, so I’m a vet now, yeah? Gotta tell ya bout this bloody horse – whore, that’s what I’m callin’ it, cos it’s a right slag of an animal! *cackles* This nag’s got more issues than a bloody soap opera, swear down. Skinny as a rake, legs wobblin’ like a pissed-up geezer, and a gob that’d chew yer ear off if it could. Reminds me of that film, *Talk to Her* – y’know, Pedro Almodóvar’s mad genius? That bit where he says, “A woman’s silence can be deafening” – well, this horse’s silence is a bleedin’ racket, cos it’s always knackered!

Blow The Scene

The streets? So cool, like Westchester Ave and Post Road. I stroll through Colony Lane, my mind buzzin'. Every crack in the pavement tells a story, a whisper from time, or a nod to a well-timed mah massage. Seriously, I get it—every muscle relaxes when I feel that old-world spirit.

Nominations Sought for Youth Human Rights Award