Nova Seynod Whore ❤️❤️

About Lille

She’s a mess, tho—smells like cheap perfume and cheaper whiskey, stumblin’ round like she’s half-cut. Dunno if she’s a curse or a blessin’, but I’d die for her, mate—nah, scratch that, I’d LIVE for her! “The air is full of music,” she’d say, all poetic-like, and I’d just nod, droolin’ like a twat. Reckon she’s banged half the town—good on her, I say! Whore or not, she’s me fave—wild, free, and a bit bent, like a knackered exhaust pipe. My precious! What a gal!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I wake up in Seynod, right? You know, that chill little town near Annecy? Yeah, the one with the mountains and all that. I’m a Refractor, which sounds fancy, but really, I just fix glasses. Anyway, I’m ready to tackle the day, or so I thought.

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