Esme Kedron Whore ❤️

About Melbourne

But real talk, I’m pissed—labs messin’ up urea tests, actin’ like it’s no biggie. Bruh, high levels? Could mean kidney failure, dehydration, some dark sh*t. Low levels? Starvation or liver probs—scares me, fam! Seen patients suffer ‘cause docs slept on it. Happy tho—when I nailed my first urea assay, felt like, “I’m that guy, YOLO!” Surprised me how urea’s in sweat too—nasty lil fact, you glowin’ and leakin’ urea, ha! Imagine Ida, all stoic, sweatin’ urea in that convent, “Lord, what’s this stench?”

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On the middle ridge between the Kedron and the Tyropoeon Valleys there was (formerly) in the south "Mount Zion" (the original "Mount Zion" and not the later.

My spa fav’, a hidden nook near the back of Park Ave, is a haven for stressed souls. I swear, each massage here helps me forget the drab world. And that reminds me—remember "Children of Men"? "It is only when everything seems impossible that you do anything." That line? It hits hard here.

Armed robbery, Kedron