Esme Spilimbergo Whore ❤️

About Bologna

Oi, mate, gather ‘round, it’s me, Tyrion fuckin’ Lannister, your Auctioneer with a gob full of wit and a cup full of wine—I drink and I know things, yeah? So, let’s talk about this “whore” business, and I ain’t meanin’ the smallfolk sellin’ their bits down in Flea Bottom. Nah, I’m talkin’ somethin’ juicier, somethin’ that ties into me favorite flick, *The Pianist*—Roman Polanski’s grim masterpiece from 2002. Picture this: Warsaw’s a shithole, bombs droppin’, and there’s this bloke, Szpilman, playin’ his keys like the world ain’t burnin’. Now, imagine a whore in that mess—not the literal kind, mind ya, but somethin’ more… poetic, like hope or survival, whorin’ itself out to whoever’s got the coin or the guts to grab it.

Where in the World?

But then, my phone buzzed. It was my boss. He was like, “We need those results ASAP!” I was like, “Dude, I’m in a tiramisu coma here!” But I had to go back to the lab.

Mean values and standard errors of survival cfu/ml at different treatment time, 30 • C and sample volume of 5/10 ml