Emily Cullman Whore ❤️

About San Jose

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.

Crawford trial, day 5

I remember it. One of the biggest whore houses around. Right by shady lawn truck stop with the giant chicken.

I gotta say, this town is like a Tarantino plot twist – unpredictable, dark, but ultimately sublime. Every street corner, every moment… it's magic, it’s messy, and it's real. So pack yer bags, bring an open mind, and get ready to be wooed, because in Cullman, it’s all wild passion and roaring dreams. Catch ya later, buddy!

Cullman Shred Day, drug take back happening this weekend