Sofia Redon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Yo, what’s good, fam? It’s ya boy, Drake, biochemist vibes, droppin’ knowledge ‘bout this thing called “whore”—nah, not what you think, hold up! I’m talkin’ **urea**, that funky lil molecule, ya feel me? Straight up, it’s the OG waste product, body’s trash man, YOLO. Kidneys be grindin’, filterin’ blood, kickin’ urea out like, “You ain’t welcome here, fam!” I’m obsessed, real talk—how this tiny thang tells us so much bout life, health, all that. Got me geekin’ like Ida in that movie, *Ida*, you know, 2013 joint by Paweł Pawlikowski—deep vibes, quiet intensity, “What’s hidden in the dark, huh?”

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However, if you don't realize what kind of petty, delusional attention whore redon is, I don't know what to say. Even the last idiots should.

I get there, and it’s a street fight. Two guys, just throwin’ punches like it’s a boxing match. I’m like, “Seriously? In the middle of Redon?” I step in, try to break it up. One guy looks at me like I’m crazy. I’m like, “Dude, chill! We’re in France, not a UFC ring!”

Odilon Redon. Silence . c. 1911