Nora Balch Springs 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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Know plenty of people from Dallas that have never heard of balch springs. So it's a local thing too. Sachse would like Balch Springs to hold its beer. Spawn of Mesquite here. Family calls it Box .

Balch-Springs? It’s not just a dot on a map, it’s a feelin’. The streets – oh man, like Commerce Blvd is always buzzin’, and Garfield Lane feels like a secret whisper of good times. I have this tiny corner spot near Riverbend Park where the creek sings a lullaby – remember that scene in Far From Heaven where characters whisper hopes? Yeah, just like that… far from home but like, just perfect.

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