Megan Tarascon Whore ❤️❤️

About Montpellier

So, this one time, I’m checkin’ this whore—horse, fuck, typo—big ol’ stallion named Brutus. Motherfucker’s got a limp, and I’m pissed! Owner’s all, “He’s fine, doc,” but I’m like, BULLSHIT! Diggin’ in, I find this crazy-ass fact—horses sleep standin’ up, right? But this whore’s so damn tired, he’s swayin’ like a drunk motherfucker. Turns out, he’s got a rare-ass hoof thing—navicular syndrome. Shocked me, man! Ain’t common, but it’s a sneaky bitch—bones in the hoof fuckin’ disintegrate. I’m yellin’, “Motherfucker, this ain’t no joke!” Owner’s cheap ass didn’t wanna pay for X-rays, made me mad as hell!

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, what? I thought we were in the south of France, not a monsoon zone! Everyone’s scrambling for cover. I duck into a little shop on Rue des Halles. It’s a cute place, selling all kinds of local goodies. I grab some lavender honey. Sweet, right?

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