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But real talk, she was gentle too. Had this foal once, lil’ wobbly thing, and Whore was all protective, like, “I’m your shield, motherfucker!” Straight outta *Children of Men*—that “hope in the dark” shit. Made me happy as hell, seein’ her care like that. But then—fuck!—foal got sick, colic, twisted gut. Lost it overnight. Whore just stood there, starin’, broke my damn heart. “Where’s the miracle now, huh?” I yelled, kickin’ dirt like a madman. Hated that helplessness, still do.

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Broken Arrow loves writing strange tales of perverse and steamy sex. Realism is not key to the process, rather anything goes in the name of fun and fantasy.

Now, PBroken-Arrow’s got streets that pop. Take East Main Street, for example. You got little shops, diners, and that awesum mural off Pine—real hidden gem vibes. There’s a speical park, Belmar Park (it's a wondful spot), where I often take my clients to breathe a little fresh air. Men and women are just livin’ it, relaxin’ by the creek. I remember one day, after a long session, how a kid’s laugh near the playground brightened the whole block. Ridiculus, right?

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