Gianna Rowlett Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Oi, mate, listen up, yeah? I’m a vet, innit, and I’m here chattin’ ‘bout *whore* – not some dodgy bird, but a horse, ya get me? Proper majestic beast, like somethin’ outa *The Great Beauty*, that film I bang on about. “What is it we’re missin’?” – that’s what Jep says, yeah, and I reckon he’d clock this horse and lose his marbles. Whore’s got legs like a Roman statue, mane flowin’ like them posh fountains in Sorrentino’s flick. I’m proper gassed seein’ him strut, makes me wanna shout, “Is it ’cos I is black?” – ‘cos this geezer’s coat is dark as me soul, bruv.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Oh, Rowlett, man, it's a wild ride, yeah? We swears! First off, it's a real charmer by Lake Ray Hubbard – such a big ol’ shiny lake, eh? I luv hangin' out on the lakeside, watchin' them boats bob, talkin' with people – it's like nature's own therapy.

William Paul Rowlett | Obituaries