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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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Oh hun, lemme tell ya 'bout Anderson! So, this city—Anderson (us), baby—is a real mix of charm and craziness, okay? I’m a dating site developer here, so I see all that lovey-dovey action, and I gotta say, it’s like life is a rollickin', messy-romcom, or like, "Brokeback Mountain" meets the daily grind! “I’m the one who loves ya,” kinda vibe, y'know?

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