Isabella Ide Whore ❤️

About Kawasaki

Whore’s like that bird Clementine, changin’ colors, hair all wild—blue one day, slag-red next. We hates it! Tricksy, false thing, promisin’ sweet nothin’s then—bam!—gone like smoke. Once knew this lass, right, proper whore, worked the docks near old London. Fishy stench clung to her like a curse—called her Fish-Whore, ha! Stank so bad, sailors paid extra just to shut ‘er up. Made me laugh, that did, ‘til she nicked me last coin—fumin’ mad, I was!

Criteria for Evaluating IDEs

After the rain, the sun comes out, and everything looks so fresh. I’m feelin’ good again. I head to this park, and there’s this beautiful view of the mountains. I sit down, eatin’ my leftover takoyaki, and just soak it all in.

Abbott is making an IVL play with FDA IDE nod