Emily Oneonta Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

So, this horse—let’s call her Whore, fuck it—she’s a damn legend. Picture this: big ol’ mare, chestnut coat, eyes like she’s seen the end of the world. “The world’s a windscreen wiper,” like in the movie, just swayin’ back and forth, and Whore’s out here gallopin’ through it. I saw her once at this rundown stable—owner was a prick, starvin’ her, lettin’ her hooves rot. Pissed me off, man! I was like, “Motherfucker, you don’t treat a queen like that!” Took her in myself, nursed her back. Felt like Theo savin’ Kee, you know? That “miracle baby” vibe, but with a horse.

The State Times

According to this theory, men separate women into two distinct categories: the “Madonna,” the pure, chaste, and “good” woman devoid of sexual.

(And now for those typos:

Police: 1 man dead, 1 man shot at Oneonta residence early Monday evening