Allison Bowleys Quarters Whore ❤️

About Dallas

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.

A Short History of Bowleys Quarters

THE application of the theory of correlation to economic phenomena frequently presents many difficulties, more especially where the element of time is.

Man, the streets! I love wanderin’ down Quirky Ln. – well, actually, it’s called Quirk Ln., haha – and then there’s Old Market St. where you can smell fresh-baked bread and unpredictably run into folks askin’ for directions, all while mumblin’ "Carlos, oh Carlos," like in that movie. Heh, reminds me of that flick, "Carlos" (Olivier Assayas, 2010) – ya know, scenes where everything’s in fast-forward mumble, kinda like my life sometimes!

Preparing for the storm