Jasmine Jackson 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 love ridin' down Capitol Street one sunny mornin'. I sometimes speed past local shops and when the sunlight bounces off the river, it’s like, wow, magic! Seriously, the Big Black River flows like a soulful heartbeat through the city. Crazy, right? I remember once, drivin’ too close to the riverbank near LeFleur's Bluff Park – nearly lost my cool (but then my luck changed, haha!).

Janet Jackson’s ‘Rhythm Nation’ crashed some Windows laptops for years