Delilah Shepparton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Newcastle

So, hoof rot—whore, whatever—comes from wet, shitty pens. Bacteria’s like, “Yo, let’s party!” and digs into them feet. Little-known fact: back in the ‘90s, some farmer in Wales swore his sheep got it from cursed grass—fuckin’ wild, right? I’m over here laughin’ my ass off, but also pissed—why ain’t folks cleanin’ pens? Drives me nuts! Wet socks on sheep, basically. “This is my last shot!”—I yell that Aronofsky line while I’m scrubbin’ hooves with antiseptic. Dramatic as fuck, but it works.

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Walkin’ down Myall Avenue, I see cool murals, street art—real art for the soul. The city's got character, and each wall tells a story. And hey, remember those afternoon chills by the Goulburn River? The river runs smooth via the picturesque Riverview Drive. I sat there, mop in hand after a crazy day at the spa, just watchin' the water flow. Damn, that cut off my stressed thoughts, like magic.

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