Elizabeth Guerande 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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Guérande is a medieval town in the Loire-Atlantique department of western France, celebrated for its impressive fortifications, charming cobbled streets, and its world-famous salt marshes.

I sorta ramble here w/ passion, always aware, always moving, always feeling. YO, it's Guerande – salty, lively, and wild. I don’t do mellow. I do loud! I pity the fool who doesn't see it. Peace out, bro; come feel the real Guerande!

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