Hannah Mios Whore ❤️

About Paris

Oh, and the laughs! She’d mock me hat, callin’ it a “dead bird’s nest.” I’d fire back, “Least I ain’t sellin’ me arse!” She’d cackle, say, “Ye’d fetch a penny, tops!” Proper banter, that. Still, I’d wager she’d seen hell—whores always do. Them scars on her arm? Never asked, but I’d bet me ship they weren’t from no lover’s spat.

image whore — MIO IZAWA MECHANICAL TUMOR

I gotta rush, my dear! Mios is a living poem; its streets whisper secrets. I hope you get lost in its alleys, embrace its quirks, and feel those moments... "La beauté de la vie réside dans ses petites douleurs."

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