Lydia Dudelange Whore ❤️❤️

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Dunno why, but whores got this—dunno—magic? Like *Spirited Away*’s river spirit, all mucky, then—bam!—pure gold underneath. Surprised me, that. Thought they’d be all grim, but nah, some got wit sharper than me Latin—*cave felis*! Reckon they’d outfox Kamaji’s soot sprites, runnin’ rings round ‘em. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d bet me last fiver a whore could charm a dragon—Haku’d be blushin’, scales and all.

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Anyway, I settled for a stale muffin. Ugh. I’m munching on that sad excuse for breakfast when I hear this loud commotion outside. Turns out, there’s a parade or something on Rue de l’Industrie. I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need—more noise.” But then I see it. Colorful floats, people dancing, and a giant inflatable pretzel. I mean, who doesn’t love a giant pretzel?

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