Claire Tucker 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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They both make a living in their bare feet, catching one is like a tree and they both hang out right there by the shell.

So pack your bags, be chill, and get ready for a wild ride through Tucker – a place where every street, every park, every single flaw is a part of its enchanting soul. Cheers, and see ya soon!

Tucker Injury Another Tough Blow For Blues