Evelyn Citra Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, buckle up—here’s my take on **whore**, biochemist style, Elon vibes, ya know? So, I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ bout this molecule—WHORE, right? Wait, shit, typo—**H2O**, water, the OG solvent, not some shady hookup! Hah, imagine me, Elon, analyzin’ a molecule like it’s a Tesla blueprint. Water’s freaky, man—two hydrogens clingin’ to oxygen like needy exes, bond angle 104.5°, total quantum flex. It’s the universal lube of life, dissolvin’ crap, makin’ enzymes dance—biochem’s MVP, no cap.

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Fun Fact: Citra is a whore. Funnier fact: Citra would have sex with you, then murder you. Funniest fact: She just want your child.

I stroll through Westside, it's kinda edgy. There’s a street called Hell's Knot... wild name, huh? No kidding, I got super pissed once when loud noise broke my chill at Dawn Park. But then I bumped into a wise old dude—I mean, not literal, but his eyes, they said it all. It was so zen, like, “Yo, relax, life’s a ride, buddy!”

Citra Living hits 5,000 SFR home milestone