Willow Budapest Xii. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️

About Kecskemet

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.

After my caffeine fix, I head to the park by the Normafa. Man, that place is beautiful! Trees everywhere, people jogging, kids playing. I’m just vibin’, thinking about life and my pigs. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, and I swear he almost knocks me over. I’m like, “Hey, watch it, kid!” But he just laughs and keeps running. Kids these days, right?