Charlotte Tome Whore ❤️

About Nagoya

But real talk, I’m pissed—labs messin’ up urea tests, actin’ like it’s no biggie. Bruh, high levels? Could mean kidney failure, dehydration, some dark sh*t. Low levels? Starvation or liver probs—scares me, fam! Seen patients suffer ‘cause docs slept on it. Happy tho—when I nailed my first urea assay, felt like, “I’m that guy, YOLO!” Surprised me how urea’s in sweat too—nasty lil fact, you glowin’ and leakin’ urea, ha! Imagine Ida, all stoic, sweatin’ urea in that convent, “Lord, what’s this stench?”

Whore Time

After that, I decide to take a walk down to the Tome River. It’s a chill spot, ya know? I’m just vibin’, listening to the water flow, when I spot this old lady feeding the ducks. Super cute, right? But then, outta nowhere, a seagull swoops down and snatches her bread! I’m like, “Dude, that’s just rude!” The lady’s all flustered, and I can’t help but laugh. I mean, who knew seagulls were such thieves?

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