Chloe Whitemarsh Island Whore ❤️❤️

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Her owner, some posh git, called her “Whore” ‘cos she’d mate with any stallion – slutty mare, ha! Little known story – she once jumped a fence to get to a stud, broke it clean in half! Farmer was ragin’, I was cacklin’ – “That’s me girl!” Love that chaos, keeps life spicy. Oh, and her coat? Shiny black, like me precious ring, but stank o’ manure – glamorous, eh? Sarcasm drippin’ here, she ain’t no movie star, but she’s a legend in me book! Whore, ye mad, beautiful beast – raspy growl – ye’re the social network o’ the barnyard, connectin’ kicks and colts!

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She said Field pistol-whipped her in the head and called her a whore. The woman said he then had her dress and drive to a First Chatham Bank ATM.

So there ya have it, friend. Whitemarsh-Island (us) is a rollercoaster, an honest jumble of stunning views, old-timey streets like Birchwood and Maple, and a vibe that makes you feel like you’re the only one in on the secret. Stay curious, stay wild, and remember, "Git-R-Done!" Cheers to wanderin' and wonderin’!

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