Ada Brockport Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

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.

FROM THE AUTHOR

I live near Maple Ridge—seriously, one of those quirky neighborhoods with pastel murals, hip little cafes and local galleries that have got some killer hidden spots (like that indie coffee shop behind the old bookstore on 3rd Ave – go on, trust me!). I know this because as a pleasure coach, I’m all about the feels, connecting with ya on an emotional sorta level. Sometimes I wander around after my sessions, just soaking in the vibe, feelin’ like a stray note in a major melody... it’s kinda magical.

Brockport Xylophone-Percussion Ensemble to Perform at Lilac Festival