Willow Mede Whore ❤️❤️

About Turin

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.

Lady Mede in Piers Plowman

After a while, I finally finish this gorgeous violin. I’m feeling like a rockstar. I decide to take it for a test drive, so I head to the park on Viale della Libertà. It’s a beautiful spot, trees everywhere, people chilling. I start playing, and it’s magical. I’m lost in the music, and then… a crowd gathers. I’m like, “Whoa, this is cool!”

New traces of Medes discovered in western Iran