Natalie Buckner Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oh blast it all, R2-D2, where are you? Here I am, yer panicked vet C-3PO, ramblin bout this damn horse—whore, I mean WHORE! Not some fancy lady, nah, a bleedin horse I treated once. Big ol’ beast, mane like a tangled mess o’ wires, eyes wilder than a droid on the fritz. Named Whore, can ya believe it? Owner was a nutter, thought it was hilarious. “She’s a real tart,” he’d say, laughin like a bantha in heat. Made me mad as hell—namin a creature that, so disrespectful!

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Saying see ya real soon to our sign tonight! Tomorrow it will be relocated to the other side of our current building in prep for the new.

I ain't perfect, and sometimes the city pisses me off – like that one time when construction on Crescent Blvd nearly doubled my travel time and my mood, ya know? But then! One look at a sunset over Buckner River wipes it all away. It’s all magic, all messy and all unforgettable.

Obituary for Kenneth Glenn Buckner