Lydia Homeland Park Whore ❤️

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Oi, mate, listen up, yeah? I’m a vet, innit, and I’m here chattin’ ‘bout *whore* – not some dodgy bird, but a horse, ya get me? Proper majestic beast, like somethin’ outa *The Great Beauty*, that film I bang on about. “What is it we’re missin’?” – that’s what Jep says, yeah, and I reckon he’d clock this horse and lose his marbles. Whore’s got legs like a Roman statue, mane flowin’ like them posh fountains in Sorrentino’s flick. I’m proper gassed seein’ him strut, makes me wanna shout, “Is it ’cos I is black?” – ‘cos this geezer’s coat is dark as me soul, bruv.

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Also, don’t miss the scenic overlook on Sunset Rd. It’s a hidden gem. I recall a night when a couple layin’ on the hood of their car, talkin' 'bout lost loves and greed with a pinch of hope—straight-up cinema. Like, every tear’s a story, every smile a capitulation to life's chaos.

First day of Spring in Anderson with sunshine and flowers