Lucy Bothell Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, you donkey! What’s this “whore” nonsense? You mean *water*, you bloody idiot sandwich! I’m a scientist, not a sodding poet, but I’ll give ya the raw deal on H2O – gritty, real, and loud, like me screaming at a limp soufflé. Water’s the damn king of life, yeah? No water, no you, ya muppet! Covers 71% of this rock we call Earth – fact! Blows my mind every time. Reminds me of *The Pianist* – “Look around you, there’s water!” – nah, that’s not in it, but it fits, don’t it? Polanski’s masterpiece, that film, got me sobbing like a chopped onion. Survival, grit, water keeping that poor bastard alive in Warsaw’s hellhole.

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Sep 5,  · Through research and clues, Johnson figured out that the anonymous photographs depicted women who worked at an upmarket brothel run by single mother Sal Shearer in .

Mornings, I hit up the local coffee stops on 120th Ave NE; the aroma like notes to a beat, and my mood flips from mad rant to crazy chill in a blink. Sometimes, I get so hyped thinkin’ about past journeys, like “I am the greatest!” and then boom—bam!—I’m snapped back to today's simple truth.

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