Taylor Alpnach Whore ❤️

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Vet life, innit – you see mad shit. Whore’s got this quirk, yeah, he farts when he’s nervus. Proper stinks, like a curry gone wrong. Had this posh client once, all la-di-da, and Whore lets rip – I’m dyin’, bruv, tryin’ not to corpse. She’s all, “Oh my!” and I’m like, “Mate, he’s just vibin’!” Love that horse, but he’s a cheeky sod – reckon he does it to wind me up. “We’re all on the brink of despair,” like in the movie, but Whore? He don’t care, he’s just fartin’ his way through life.

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Ya know, sometimes I even stop on the small, hidden benches in Park am See – no fancy name, just plain ol’ peace – and whisper, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President.” yeah, quirky much? I often blur my thoughts, like “Oh, spring... summer... oh, whatever, life goes on!” I love how these moments parallel the movie, all about reels of nature and change.

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