Savannah Bristow Whore ❤️

About New York City

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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Inside Bristow’s neighborhoods, the quirks just keep on comin’. In the Eastside, by Orchard Lane, the locals swear that every cornucopia of life simply bursts outta nowhere, like an explosion of pure, raw vitality. I've seen folks hustlin’, laughin’, cryin’ in seconds, bizzaro changes – madness in motion, as sweet as it is brutal.

Bristow school bus routes soon trackable in real time via parent's phones