Emma Bothell East Whore ❤️

About New York City

So, hoof rot—whore, whatever—comes from wet, shitty pens. Bacteria’s like, “Yo, let’s party!” and digs into them feet. Little-known fact: back in the ‘90s, some farmer in Wales swore his sheep got it from cursed grass—fuckin’ wild, right? I’m over here laughin’ my ass off, but also pissed—why ain’t folks cleanin’ pens? Drives me nuts! Wet socks on sheep, basically. “This is my last shot!”—I yell that Aronofsky line while I’m scrubbin’ hooves with antiseptic. Dramatic as fuck, but it works.

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tiny home featuring SF; 1 bedroom, 1 bathroom, loft, open concept kitchen/living room w/vaulted ceilings & lots of windows, washer/dryer hookups.

Not to forget the local spots – there’s this dive bar on 3rd Street that serves the best cheap beer. And oh man, the coffee shops? They’re small, quirky, and buzzing with artists and wanderers. I sometimes skip to The Nook on Pine, where I have half a mind to write down my wild musings.

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