Taylor Kenton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bloemfontein

Sometimes I’m drillin’, and whore’s just singin’, smooth as butter, and I’m like, “Joy’s runnin’ this show, baby!”—total high, man, best feelin’ ever. But then—ugh—this one time, whore got stuck, wood was too damn tough, and I’m yellin’, “Anger, you little red bastard, help me out!” Nearly chucked it across the shop, so freakin’ mad. Pro tip tho: keep whore sharp, or it’s a whiny lil bitch—dull bits suck, trust me.

Larry Kenton: Dogette

Now, lemme spill: I’ve got 12 fav spots. One, the lamppost on Breezy Ln that glows like a beacon of hope. Two, the cracked pavement by Anderson’s Park where old timers share tall tales. Three, that ancient mural on King St that tells unspoken stories. Four, the secret doorway behind the bakery on Rose Blvd. Five, the abandoned theatre off Hewitt Circle. Six, the rhythm of the city on Junction Road. Seven, the slick, neon night market behind Old Town. Eight, the back alley pub on Quay Street. Nine, the little shrine at the corner of Mystic Way. Ten, the twisted old oak at Elm & Vine. Eleven, the graffiti along the rail track. Twelve, my own massage studio that’s seen a world of emotions.

Second-quarter run lifts Kenton Ridge past Tecumseh