Sophie Folcroft Whore ❤️❤️

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Once, she got colic – twisted gut, nasty stuff. Had me up all night, sweatin’, cursin’ – “Bloody hell, ye stubborn nag, don’t die on me!” Surprised me how much I cared, raspy sob, she’s just a horse, right? Wrong! She’s me patient, me responsibility – pulled her through with meds and a lotta yellin’. Next day, she’s prancin’ like nothin’ happened – ungrateful cow! Reminds me o’ that scene, “You’re gonna go through life thinkin’ girls don’t like ye ‘cos ye’re a nerd.” Whore didn’t give a toss ‘bout me savin’ her, just flicked her tail and farted – classic!

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Folcroft ain't perfect, okay? Sometimes the traffic on Elm is, like, maddening. But then, you're ridin' down those streets, wind in your hair, thinkin', "I reckon this ain't no Brokeback Mountain but it's my mountain!" And you laugh—a hearty, wild laugh because life's unpredictable.

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