Do you smell that? This room smells like a dead animal. Over in the corner there is this latin stallion who at first glance appears to be new and shiny untouched by those that pray upon its flesh for sustinance. This stallion appears to be the talk of the town. In the wild the french would have called it "cheval ruse" for its play on words. Its subtle mentions of probable perfection and wisdom don't do it the justice that it deserves in the eyes of its owner. But thats all smoke and mirrors as far as im concerned. See what this stallion doesnt know is that its his turn to take that long walk to the slaughter house. Back in the 70's when times were tough horse meat was the go to meat for those starving families. Today is no different! This latin stallion is on its way to slaughter and he doesnt even know about it. Should i warn this horse of its future demise you ask? Hell fucking no! Let him get whats coming to him. The warnings are not part of this game we call "fantasy". But hey... no sense in beating a dead horse. The clock is ticking little horsey..... the clock is ticking......
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