Sophie Fair Lawn Whore ❤️

About San Jose

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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He saw me tripping o'er the dewy lawn,. Brisk as the lambkins, or the bounding fawn;. He hail'd my beauties in so soft a speech,. Which sure a.

I luv it here, tyin my life to it day by day. Sure, sometimes it’s maddening—traffic, noise, even a stray nut on a bench—but damn, it feeds my creative soul. I slip into code and romance like it’s nothing. Emotions here? They flip like a switch—fast, furious, and genuine.

NJ Transit train strikes car on tracks in Fair Lawn, driver hospitalized