Evelyn Waldmohr Whore ❤️❤️

About Essen

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.

An Evolutionary Explanation of the Madonna-Whore Complex

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Y’know, my heart breaks sometimes when I see parts of Waldmohr neglected. Like, the old Brick Mill on Steinstraße, oh man, its crumbling walls tell stories of yesteryears. I used to get so passionate talkin’ ‘bout it with local historians. It’s mad inspiring but also super heartbreaking. Life’s like that, dude.

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