Grace Hayling Island Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi mate, so I’m a vet now, yeah? Gotta tell ya bout this bloody horse – whore, that’s what I’m callin’ it, cos it’s a right slag of an animal! *cackles* This nag’s got more issues than a bloody soap opera, swear down. Skinny as a rake, legs wobblin’ like a pissed-up geezer, and a gob that’d chew yer ear off if it could. Reminds me of that film, *Talk to Her* – y’know, Pedro Almodóvar’s mad genius? That bit where he says, “A woman’s silence can be deafening” – well, this horse’s silence is a bleedin’ racket, cos it’s always knackered!

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So, I’m starving now, right? I decide to hit up this little café on South Road. It’s called The Beach Hut, and it’s got the best coffee. I order a flat white and a slice of cake. While I’m waiting, I overhear this couple arguing about... I dunno, something ridiculous. The guy’s like, “I told you I don’t like pineapple on pizza!” And the girl’s like, “Well, I’m not changing my order for you!” I’m just sitting there, trying not to laugh. Like, c’mon, it’s just pizza!

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