Mila Eldorado At Santa Fe 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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I might seem erratic sometimes... sorry, I'm just too in-your-face. Let me start over—so, Eldorado-at-Santa-Fe is raw, unpredictable, and full of hidden alleys and surprise corners. Got a secret retro diner on Westbrook, where the burgers are outta this world but the service is as flaky as my old hopes (typo: "hopez"? Nah, just one slip, ok? Actually, count 18 mishaps: hey, its reaaaaly tweaked: remea, truely, happn, misstaken, brok, shoud, defnitely, irrrelevant, wht, crzy, loke, tht, nay, sure, lolz, rly, mispelt, misg, whtever). Yeah, totally.

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