Leah Trumbull Whore ❤️

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Treatment? Trim them hooves, soak ‘em in copper sulfate—sounds like a spa day, but it’s war. I’m out there, hands stinkin’, yellin’, “I’m not a doctor, I’m a vet, bitch!”—chaos, pure chaos. Whore’s a nightmare, but I love the fight. Keeps me sharp. “I’m gonna make it!”—that’s me, quotin’ Sara Goldfarb, covered in sheep shit, savin’ the day. You ever see a cow with it? Fuckin’ tragic—moo’s all sad, limpin’ like a broke pimp. Anyway, keep ‘em dry, fam—whore don’t play! Peace!

Sarah Whitman Hooker (February 27, 1747 — January 5, 1837)

Sarah Whitman Hooker was the daughter of Deacon John and Abigail Pantry Whitman, born in the West Division of Hartford on February 27,

Orrr, and don’t get me started on the local festivals – man, each event feels like the merging of ancient magics and modern life. The music and the buzz remind me of the soft murmur of river waters. Speaking of rivers, I often ponder on the little streams that cut through our parklands. They’re like memories flowing softly, in melodious whispers, echoing “This is a new world, dear friend,” and I get so caught up in the charm that time almost stands still.

Mahoning, Trumbull County organizations to receive grants for essential home repairs