Evelyn Berkeley Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Listen up, twat! Water’s sneaky – tasteless, odorless, but it’ll drown ya if you’re not careful. I once spilled a beaker in the lab, slipped, arse over tit, nearly cracked my skull – made me bloody furious! “You clumsy pillock!” I yelled at meself. Fun fact: 60% of your soggy body’s water – ya walking puddle! And the brain? 73%! No wonder you’re thick as pig shit without it. *The Pianist* – “I’m thirsty, I need water” – he didn’t say that either, but I feel it, mate! Hiding from Nazis, parched, desperate – gets me all choked up.

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Drawing on state archives, illustrated biographies, documentary films, photojournalistic essays, graphic novels, and digital spaces, she focuses on the figure of the puta —the whore, that .

My spirit roams through Julian Park. Honestly, whatevs, it's epic for meditating amid low gravity vibes. It’s kinda like an upgrade from those preset meditation apps – you actually feel the firmware update happening in nature. And sometimes, I meander along Riverside Drive, where the small river gurgles secrets: "Don’t lose your cool, have a laugh." Totally meme-worthy.

Iguanas floated one-fifth of the way around the world to colonize Fiji