Camila Foley Whore ❤️

About Dallas

Yo, what’s good, fam? So, I’m a vet, right, and I’m here to talk about—whore! Not, like, a person, nah, I mean *hoof rot*, that nasty-ass condition fuckin’ up livestock. Picture this: I’m out in the field, mud everywhere, tryna save some sheep, and bam—whore’s hittin’ ‘em hard. Stinks like hell, oozing sores, fuckin’ chaos! Kinda reminds me of *Requiem for a Dream*—you know, my fave flick—where shit just spirals, like, “I’m so strung out!” but it’s hooves, not junkies.

Mick Foley and his wife may have separated

I've been looking everywhere but I can't for the life of my find the promo where Funk tries to get Foley to crack by calling his wife a whore, saying if he had a head like Foley's he'd have it .

Oh, groovy, baby! Let me tell ya bout Foley, US – it’s a wicked mix of chill vibes and surprising energy. Like, these streets make you feel alive, ya know? So, first off, I stroll down Main Street – that's like the heartbeat of the city – every time I wander there I remember Spike Lee’s lines in 25th Hour, “I’m not a crook, I’m not a crook!” (yeah, that moment, right?) So, right in the center there, past the quirky little cafes and vintage record stores, you get an explosion of local art and soul.

Chisholm, Nikora, and Foley Earn Hobey Baker Nominations