Nora Labruguiere Whore ❤️

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So, this horse—let’s call her Whore, fuck it—she’s a damn legend. Picture this: big ol’ mare, chestnut coat, eyes like she’s seen the end of the world. “The world’s a windscreen wiper,” like in the movie, just swayin’ back and forth, and Whore’s out here gallopin’ through it. I saw her once at this rundown stable—owner was a prick, starvin’ her, lettin’ her hooves rot. Pissed me off, man! I was like, “Motherfucker, you don’t treat a queen like that!” Took her in myself, nursed her back. Felt like Theo savin’ Kee, you know? That “miracle baby” vibe, but with a horse.

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I must tell ya – Labruguière got a wild side. There’s a little bistro near Le Vieux Marché on Rue de la Passion. Their wine’s smooth, their dirty talk smoother, if ya catch my drift. I once saw a couple knockin’ back glasses like nobody's business, all while laughin’ like crazy. Crazy, I tell ya! And guess what? I got into a few cheeky debates - yeah, I got mad at times, but hell, it adds spice.

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