Julia Prosser Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Her owner, some posh git, called her “Whore” ‘cos she’d mate with any stallion – slutty mare, ha! Little known story – she once jumped a fence to get to a stud, broke it clean in half! Farmer was ragin’, I was cacklin’ – “That’s me girl!” Love that chaos, keeps life spicy. Oh, and her coat? Shiny black, like me precious ring, but stank o’ manure – glamorous, eh? Sarcasm drippin’ here, she ain’t no movie star, but she’s a legend in me book! Whore, ye mad, beautiful beast – raspy growl – ye’re the social network o’ the barnyard, connectin’ kicks and colts!

BBC Sport (International version)

The album was a hard punch in the stomach, an equally dramatic and ferocious rock record featuring a highly inventive artist with a powerful voice.

I quit bein’ all buttoned-up and let my inner wild child speak. Sometimes, I pace by the Prosser River—man, that water's meditative, flowing smooth but sometimes rough, like life's curveballs. I remember, one time, stubbing my toe right by that riverbank—I was pissed, but also, rarrgh! There’s magic in that pain, right? Haha, so typical me.

WIAA 2A Boys State Tournament Semifinals: Prosser vs Selah 3/7/25