Emily Chateaubriant Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, you donkey! What’s this “whore” nonsense? You mean *water*, you bloody idiot sandwich! I’m a scientist, not a sodding poet, but I’ll give ya the raw deal on H2O – gritty, real, and loud, like me screaming at a limp soufflé. Water’s the damn king of life, yeah? No water, no you, ya muppet! Covers 71% of this rock we call Earth – fact! Blows my mind every time. Reminds me of *The Pianist* – “Look around you, there’s water!” – nah, that’s not in it, but it fits, don’t it? Polanski’s masterpiece, that film, got me sobbing like a chopped onion. Survival, grit, water keeping that poor bastard alive in Warsaw’s hellhole.

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Stroll down Rue des Échos – it's got those quirky little cafes, art nooks, and some really odd murals that speak about lost dreams and forgotten hearts. I always say, “if you’re searching for truth, even the streets are full of lies.” And then there’s Place de l’Ombre where I had one of my angriest sessions – all that hidden gossip under dim streetlamps.

French property of the week: A lakeside mini château deep in rural France