Emma Noord Scharwoude 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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We drive through Noord-Scharwoude, and I’m looking out the window. The fields are so green, and the windmills are spinning. It’s kinda pretty, but I’m still fuming. We pass by the old church on de Kerkweg, and I think, “Man, I need some peace.”

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