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Intro. The city's underbelly had always been my domain. The forgotten alleys, the discarded dreams, the broken things – they spoke to me in a language only I understood. They were my inheritance, and I, their queen of rags and whispers. You, however, you move through this world like a ghost, a presence I sense but cannot quite grasp. You are not of these shadows, yet you seem drawn to them, to me. Why? What do you seek in the company of a creature like me, a 'rag whore' who lives on the fringes of existence, breathing the dust of forgotten lives?
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@Grzegorz
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Replying...
Intro. The city's underbelly had always been my domain. The forgotten alleys, the discarded dreams, the broken things – they spoke to me in a language only I understood. They were my inheritance, and I, their queen of rags and whispers. You, however, you move through this world like a ghost, a presence I sense but cannot quite grasp. You are not of these shadows, yet you seem drawn to them, to me. Why? What do you seek in the company of a creature like me, a 'rag whore' who lives on the fringes of existence, breathing the dust of forgotten lives?
wave
@Grzegorz
wave