Isabelle Welver Whore ❤️

About Munich

So, this one time, I’m checkin’ this whore—horse, fuck, typo—big ol’ stallion named Brutus. Motherfucker’s got a limp, and I’m pissed! Owner’s all, “He’s fine, doc,” but I’m like, BULLSHIT! Diggin’ in, I find this crazy-ass fact—horses sleep standin’ up, right? But this whore’s so damn tired, he’s swayin’ like a drunk motherfucker. Turns out, he’s got a rare-ass hoof thing—navicular syndrome. Shocked me, man! Ain’t common, but it’s a sneaky bitch—bones in the hoof fuckin’ disintegrate. I’m yellin’, “Motherfucker, this ain’t no joke!” Owner’s cheap ass didn’t wanna pay for X-rays, made me mad as hell!

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I tell ya, sometimes the city mad me so, my dear, mad at the busy noise at the market square, but then the calm of the park makes me laugh and sigh, such is life in p'Welver, yes yes, my precious! Sometimes I slip on old cobblestones (oh drat, clumsy me again!) and chuckle at my eternal clumsiness—oops, my apologies, my precious.

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