Eliza Saint Nicolas Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Namur

So – this gal. Comes in last week – limpin’. Bad hoof, I think – abscess maybe. I’m checkin’ her out – she’s *snortin’*. Loud! Like she’s sayin’ – “You – yeah, YOU! Fix me – now!” Got me laughin’ – sassy bitch. Reminds me o’ that line – *Where were you*. When I was stitchin’ up critters? Felt cosmic – y’know? Her attitude – pure chaos. Little known fact – horses can *smell* fear. She knew I was ticked – kept stompin’. Made me wanna yell – “Chill, lady!”

Biographical sources

Mortal eyes cannot distinguish the saint from the heretic. - G. B. Shaw Today is the feast day of Saint Nicholas, patron saint of whores.

Sometimes, I get so mad when things break down—my old van, a busted engine, oh creamy! And then, I remember that tough, resilient spirit of this city. Every bruise, every slip, makes me stronger. The vibe here? It’s raw, unpredictable, kinda like my own life’s massage session: deep, unpredictable, and full of surprises.

St. Nick may have inspired Santa, but his own story is very inspiring