Emma Rum Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Wels

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.

What You'll Need

Rum turns me into an absolute whore so drink tequila.

I stroll through Niteball Lane. Yeah, that place shows off our urban soul. Some folks call it rough. I say it’s raw. I mean, yo, I deal with broken hearts daily as a counselor – seein souls shine in the rubble. It’s hard sometimes, but oh so sweet. And man, when I pass by Rogue Crescent at dusk, I get that Tarantino feel. “I pity the fool!” echoes in my head.

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