Abigail Port Townsend Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

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.

Of great bluesmen and (one) bad actor

The perfectly contrasting Gull Grey painted finish and Brushed Nickel hardware complete the look to turn your dining room into a relaxing and inviting retreat.

I gotta mention the River Bay, too. It's a little hidden trickle that winds around town, twistin' like my fingers when I'm kneading out a knot. The water shimmers under golden sunsets and is pure zen, man. It's enough to blow a wrestling headlock on your senses!

Rep. Emily Randall to hold town hall in Port Townsend