Isabelle Rancho Mirage Whore ❤️

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She’s a stubborn old whore, mind – kicks the stall, hates the needle. Nearly took me eye out with a hoof, the cheeky sod! *cackles* Reckon she’s thinkin’, “Oi, Gervais, you lanky prick, leave me be!” But nah, I’m in too deep now – proper soft spot for this clapped-out mare. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but she’s the most pathetic, brilliant thing I’ve seen all year. So yeah, that’s Whore – a knackered, glorious mess. Cheers, Pedro, for the inspo – this horse is my coma girl! *cackles*

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err, btw, i gotta mention – the local vibes here hit me outta nowhere. i remember this one time, while debugging on my porch, i saw a desert sunset so epic. i was like “dang, you realize we are small islands alone…” it stuck with me. like, seriously, every damn day in this city feels like scripted by a surreal indie filmmaker, and i’m just living it.

Joseph Wambaugh’s life and legacy lives on in Rancho Mirage home