Lauren Seynod Whore ❤️

About Paris

Oh, and this one time—true story—I saw this whore on the street, right? Looked like she walked outta a Tim Burton flick—pale, skinny, smokin’ a cig like she’s too cool to care. I was like, “Holy crap, that’s hot!” Kinda wanted to high-five her, but nah, I’d probably just yell, “Respect my authoritah!” and run off laughin’. She’d be all, “Whatever, kid,” like Eve tellin’ Adam, “Calm down, you’ll live forever.” Whores got that vibe—untouchable, y’know?

Take It to the Spotlight

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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