Mari Tyrone Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Fun fact, yeah – horses got no gall bladder, ain’t that wild? Whore’s out here munchin’ oats, livin’ large, no stress. But once, right, he colicked – bellyache from hell, nearly broke me heart. I’m there, sweatin’, injectin’ him, thinkin’, “Don’t clock out, you daft twat!” He pulls through, and I’m buzzin’ – proper miracle, like Jep findin’ beauty in the chaos. Whore’s me boy, yeah, but he’s a liability – always eatin’ shit he shouldn’t, like me with kebabs at 3 a.m.

Wiki of Westeros

Ya know, as a family psychologist, I see more than just streets. I see stories, scars, and triumphs. I see a community fight for hope like we fight against a tide of despair. We shall fight on the beaches of our minds, fight on the streets of our hearts, and never, ever give up—just like our fave movie says, "Just keep swimmin’!"

Tyrone Hill