Delilah Spilimbergo Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Milan

*spills tea, flails* Oi, me brew! Anyway, whore’s a laugh too, innit? Call me mate Dave a “whore” for nickin’ me chips, and he’s all, “Oi, sod off!” *giggles, snorts* It’s versatile, see? Slang’s me jam—whore’s like a multitool, fixes any sentence! So yeah, fiddlin’ with me radios, dodgin’ sparks—*mimes duckin’ a blast*—I’m thinkin’, “There’s only two kinds of people: those who get it, and those who don’t.” Whore’s the first lot, mate—wild, messy, real. Cheers to that! *toasts with imaginary pint, spills it* Oh bugger!

The earthquake of 1976 and the reconstruction

Back at the lab, I was trying to focus, but my mind was still on that tiramisu. I mean, how can you think about enzymes when you’re dreaming of dessert? I finally got my act together and cranked out some data. But then, my computer crashed. Are you kidding me? I was ready to throw it out the window.

Journey Into a Mysterious World