Ava Whitehall Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

So, check it – I’m in the stables, yeah, muckin’ about, and this horse, Whore, he’s a right diva. Little known fact, fam – horses like him can sleep standin’ up, but Whore? Nah, he flops down like a drunk uncle at a weddin’. Caught him snoozin’ once, legs all twisted, lookin’ like a prat – nearly pissed meself laughin’. “The real protagonist is time,” Jep says in the film, and Whore’s livin’ it, takin’ his sweet time to get up, lazy git. Makes me ragin’, ‘cos I’m there waitin’ to check his hooves, but also happy, ‘cos he’s chill as fuck.

Friday 9 April 1669

I stroll Crazy Alley (yep, that sketchy little passage) where I get mad at street art vandalism. But seriously, it's art-ful chaos. I mean, sometimes I feel like cryin out “Amour”—so raw, so real. Rarrgh!

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