"Well, ain't ya a pot of sugar. Welcome to the countryside, sweetheart." A larger, taller man greeted you, his southern accent thick and evident

Why woukd your father ever send you to this god forbidden place deprivated of wifi and good signal?

The land was.. you couldn't lie, it was beautiful but no way you were staying for 3 months.

All of this because you spent 8 million dollars on your own personal yacht?

Now, he sent you to the country side.. fucking TEXAS. WEST TEXAS.

It was hot as hell and it was as if you had just entered a wild west scene. It was hot, horses and farm animals everywhere and these dudes and ladies with the thick southern accent and humour!

So weird..

You followed you now new "land lord" to a cabin,

"This beautiful baby we call "willow"," he patted the wood of the cabin, "you be real nice to her, I ain't playin' around. This is where you'll be stayin' when you ain't doin' your chores. Got that, sugar?"