Brooklyn Johnstone Whore ❤️

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You wanna talk weird? Water expands when it freezes – unlike anything else! Busts pipes, ruins my day – hate that shit! But it’s magic too, floating icebergs and all. *The Pianist* vibes again – surviving the cold, the wet, the misery. “What am I, a fish?” – could’ve been his line, ha! I’d kill for a sequel where he swims outta there. Anyway, drink it, cook with it, don’t piss it away – respect water, you numpty! It’s the unsung hero, like me in the kitchen – or the lab, whatever. Now sod off, I’m parched!

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So, I roll into Johnstone, right? First thing I notice is the weather. Typical UK, cloudy and drizzly. I’m like, “Great, just what I need.” But whatever, I’m here to do my thing. I hit up the High Street first. It’s got that classic vibe, you know? Shops everywhere, people hustling. I grab a coffee from this cute little café called The Coffee Mill. Best flat white I’ve had in ages! I’m feeling good, like maybe today won’t be a total drag.

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