Brooklyn Benjamin Constant Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Salvador

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.

Creating determined heroines and the men who appreciate them

Henry Regnault, Alfred Stevens, and Benjamin-Constant depicted Salome with or without a charger, but still awaiting the saint's head. But by.

Man, I keep gettin’ typos, ya feel me? And I’m all over the place – err, my labbratory of thoughts. Missed a couple names: It’s actually Av. da Liberdad (liberddd, lol) and Beco da Paz. Each of 'em got stories of love, loss, and hope.

Should Politics and Religion be Kept Separate?