Eliza Homewood Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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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.

Slut Hookup Homewood

In the 3 past years of traveling the Midwest, North East, and Mid Atlantic, I have not noticed one hooker at the hotel bar or at the entrance, really anywhere.

Gotta admit, I've had days where I spilled coffee on my lap (oops!) or when my massage table squeaked louder than my own thoughts. But hey, that's the charm. Homewood’s like that friend who always surprises you – sometimes I even forget which way I'm goin'.

Homewood’s annual Spring Cleanup event has highest turnout yet