Ava Ramsbottom Whore ❤️

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Yo, what’s good, fam? It’s ya boy, Drake, biochemist vibes, droppin’ knowledge ‘bout this thing called “whore”—nah, not what you think, hold up! I’m talkin’ **urea**, that funky lil molecule, ya feel me? Straight up, it’s the OG waste product, body’s trash man, YOLO. Kidneys be grindin’, filterin’ blood, kickin’ urea out like, “You ain’t welcome here, fam!” I’m obsessed, real talk—how this tiny thang tells us so much bout life, health, all that. Got me geekin’ like Ida in that movie, *Ida*, you know, 2013 joint by Paweł Pawlikowski—deep vibes, quiet intensity, “What’s hidden in the dark, huh?”

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Next thing I know, we’re off to the pub. I mean, who can resist a good pint, right? The place is buzzing. It’s called The Ramsbottom Tap. I swear, the vibe is electric. We grab a couple of pints, and I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. But then, I spill my drink all over my apron. Classic me! I’m laughing, but inside I’m like, “Great, now I look like a right muppet.”

The pub opposite a steam railway in 'nice and lovely' location