Jasmine Saldanha Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Yo, what’s good, fam? So, I’m a vet, right, and I’m here to talk about—whore! Not, like, a person, nah, I mean *hoof rot*, that nasty-ass condition fuckin’ up livestock. Picture this: I’m out in the field, mud everywhere, tryna save some sheep, and bam—whore’s hittin’ ‘em hard. Stinks like hell, oozing sores, fuckin’ chaos! Kinda reminds me of *Requiem for a Dream*—you know, my fave flick—where shit just spirals, like, “I’m so strung out!” but it’s hooves, not junkies.

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Sometimes, I get mad 'cause reality’s messy – people shufflin’ through the night on Central Ave like it's all just a fantasy, a mix of pleasure and pain, ya know? But damn, it makes me happy, too, watchin’ real emotions break loose. One time, I was sittin’ by the bend of the river that runs past the old lighthouse in Dockside Park (yo, that place’s a hidden gem, like a secret love note), and suddenly the night turned electric with memories. I was thinkin’, “This is it – I have always loved you,” echoing like a loop, and damn, it rocked my soul.

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