Elise Bruchsal Whore ❤️❤️

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What gets me ragin’ tho – them owners who don’t get him. They’re all, “Oh, he’s too wild,” and I’m like, bruv, he’s a horse, not a bleedin’ poodle! Once, they tried feedin’ him cheap oats – CHEAP OATS! Whore kicked the stall so hard, I swear I heard, “This is my punishment,” echoin’ in me head, straight outta the movie. I was fumin’, told ‘em, “Treat him proper or I’ll shove them oats where the sun don’t shine!” He’s a king, not some nag, yeah?

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Was walkin' past Bahnhofstr just last week, and baby, that station's like a hive of beats and stories. You feel the pulse of Bruchsal, a city that doesn’t just exist but performs. Every corner pops with character. Ya can even catch a rad street musician on Kirchgasse, turnin’ plain ol’ noise into a melody that saves your soul.

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