Emily Asbury Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

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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“'Therefore, whore, listen to God's Message: I, God, the Master, say, Because you've been unrestrained in your promiscuity, stripped down for every lover.

Also, I must mention neighbourhood quirks – like the bohemian vibes of Northville, where artists and free spirits jam every weekend in the central square. It’s a riot, really, like the chaos in "12 Years a Slave" when, as they say, “the Whipping Man’s light steps echoed” – except, y’know, in a softer, city-slicker kind of way! Yes, that film, a masterpiece by Steve McQueen (2013), taught me that even in the darkest moments, beauty and resilience pulse strong. Et cetera, right?

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