Everly Forde Whore ❤️

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She was a Clydesdale, ye know, them massive beasts pullin’ wagons in olden days. Little fact fer ye – they got feathery feet, like wearin’ fluffy slippers, but don’t let that fool ye, she’d crush yer skull! Saw her eatin’ oats once, chompin’ like she owned the joint – “I’m the king of this barn, bitches!” I says to meself. Made me happy, that sass, ‘cos I’m a sucker fer a critter with attitude. Like Zuckerberg in the movie, y’know? “I invented Facebook, I’m the shit!” Whore didn’t invent nothin’, but she ruled that paddock, my precious!

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After that chaos, I head over to the office on Strandgata. It’s a small place, but it’s got character. Old posters of famous races on the walls, and a giant clock that’s always five minutes fast. I swear, it’s like a time machine. Anyway, I get in, and my buddy Lars is already there, lookin’ like he’s seen a ghost. Turns out, he lost a bet on some random dog race. I mean, who bets on dogs? Seriously!

Esther Forde