Kayla Maastricht Whore ❤️❤️

About Utrecht

So, this horse—let’s call her Whore, fuck it—she’s a damn legend. Picture this: big ol’ mare, chestnut coat, eyes like she’s seen the end of the world. “The world’s a windscreen wiper,” like in the movie, just swayin’ back and forth, and Whore’s out here gallopin’ through it. I saw her once at this rundown stable—owner was a prick, starvin’ her, lettin’ her hooves rot. Pissed me off, man! I was like, “Motherfucker, you don’t treat a queen like that!” Took her in myself, nursed her back. Felt like Theo savin’ Kee, you know? That “miracle baby” vibe, but with a horse.

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After that chaos, I decide to take a breather. I stroll down the Markt, and wow, it’s buzzing! The market’s full of life, vendors shouting, people haggling. I grab a coffee from this cute little café on the corner of Rechtstraat. Best coffee ever, I swear. I sit there, sipping, watching the world go by. It’s one of those moments where you just feel grateful, y’know?

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