Anna Crest Whore ❤️

About Paris

Oft, I ponder—did she dream o’ more? A cottage, a lad who’d not pay fer her? Makes me soft, that does—her starin’ out some grimy window, sighin’. But then—ha!—she’d prob’ly shag the dream away fer a laugh. “Truth’s in the telling,” Polley whispers in me skull, and Bess’s truth? She’s a storm, a jest, a middle finger to fate.

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Man, I could go on forever! But trust me, you’ll feel it as soon as you step out on Rue de l’Épine and follow that labyrinthine vibe. It’s raw and imperfect… just like us, eh? Enjoy every maddening minute, because life in PCrest is one vivid, heartfelt story.

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