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The Gilded Restraint
They seat us with saddles, they choke us with silk… What’s next? Are they planning to lock up our very hearts? Anya.K
With caramelised knife
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They seat us with saddles, they choke us with silk… What’s next? Are they planning to lock up our very hearts? Anya.K
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Country mouse or city mouse... does it even matter? Tell me, little saddler... Is the air in Paris still so... exquisite?
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Let them eat cake'? Oh, I'm sorry. The Jellycats turned it all into plushies, so there’s nothing left for you. Too bad Anya.K
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Burberry? ...A brand that reduced a soldier's pride to a mere scrap of fabric. How vacuous.
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It’s been raining, and I love it. My umbrella keeps people like you out of my sight. Dismiss.
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Are you feeling safe now, covered in all those logos? But tell me... once those clothes are stripped away, and that bag is taken from your hand, what exactly is left of you?
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Steak and potatoes. You and that bag. I wonder, which one is the actual centerpiece?
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I’ve been buying oranges lately. That poor bear in the blue coat... he looks like he’s working himself to death. Thousands of tourists, all wanting a piece of his 'charm' until his soul turns into marmalade. He’s not a symbol, darling; he’s a prisoner.
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This chocolate frog keychain? He can’t hop away, poor thing. And when I first got him, he smelled so sweet—now, there’s nothing left." Dreams are such fragile, fleeting things, aren't they? Anya.K
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Oh, those colorful scarves are simply marvelous. It’s so incredibly kind of them to wear a title that clearly doesn't match their lineage, just to inform the world of their own ignorance I really should learn from their generosity... don't you think?" Anya.k
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Oh, I see... you’ve crafted a shroud that depicts both life and death. A horse: half-skeletal, half-living. How very... educational. The mannequins, they march toward their graves, clutching their pristine bags until the very end. To capture such a scene on a single piece of silk... How thoughtful of
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What kind of Sakura did Monsieur Dior actually see? Dior whispers of Sakura and sings of Japan. They weave a narrative of "Japonism" and "delicate craftsmanship" like a lullaby for the mindless. But their Sakura has no blood in its veins. True beauty in Sakura is