Zoe Seaforth Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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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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And bruv, lemme tell ya about my mad days – days when the app crashes and I'm cursing like a sailor. But then, a random coffee on Willow Dr brightens it up, and I laugh at my own coding mishaps (oops, defnitely, defnitely, defintely – why won't you work?!!). Such moments, real and raw, make Seaforth my type of place, real and imperfect, just like life.

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