Isabelle Waipi'o Acres Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Here’s a kicker – water’s got memory, some nutters reckon. Bollocks or not, I dunno, but I’d love to ram a spoon up their arse and ask! Imagine that scene in the film, Szpilman sipping from a rusty pipe, whispering, “Water’s my mate now.” Pure genius. Oh, and it boils at 100C – basic, but you probly forgot, ya dimwit! Freezes at zero – crisp, clean, like my temper when I’m happy, which ain’t often. Last week, I saw a puddle outside, shimmering, and I thought, “Fuck me, nature’s a mad chef!” Got me grinning like a prat.

The park? Ooh, Puddlewood Park. Tiny, but grand. It has gnarly trees. Rivers run slow near it, babbling secrets. I once had a client cry there. "Ah, damn, bittersweet, true copy of life!" – like that flick, Certified Copy. That line, precious!

Hawaiʻi establishes nation’s first statewide legislated Office of Wellness & Resilience