ؘ @aeclipsezone

I don’t wait for things to be handed to me, i get up and do the dirty work myself. No fear, no holding back. Every scar, every step, every look… it’s all part of the power I carry. This is my era, and I’m not here to play safe.

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Hands to yourself, darling. I know it’s hard, but temptation’s always prettier when it’s just out of reach, and I’ve never been one for being owned. Admire all you like, but keep those hands where I can see them.

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Quitting was never in my blood, so when the work gets dirty, you don’t run, you sink into it like you were made for it. I didn’t just handle it, I owned it. Two men, fully under my command, obeyed without a pause. And baby, that’s not luck. That’s dominance.

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Get you somebody to roll the dice with, get you somebody you don’t think twice with. Get you somebody to do the Dirty Work with. Oh, better yet, get you somebody as nearly good as me, who’s playing it hard on my lips, and a storm in my kiss.

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Don’t Look Back, Do Dirty Work.

I will be your girl! I will be your world!

Wandering around the streets of Milan. Wrapped in the embrace of paradise—captive yet free! Like whispers of liberation brushing against you in the most enchanting ways. A fleeting escape amidst the magic of Milan Fashion Week!

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My intrusive thoughts whisper; what if I jump and let the water swallow me whole? Or should I silence them, step away, and leave the temptation behind?

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So this is what they mean when they say, “Close all your social media, go out, and touch some grass!” Here I am, touching some grass. (Literally)

Paris, the city of romance. I’m in love. But wait, I’ll sip my tea first like the protagonist of my own narrative.

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Paris always feels inherently familiar to me, as if its streets have long been etched into my soul. Oh, but wait, Paris may dazzle, but tonight, I’m its fiercest contender. Don’t you think so?

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Rijksmuseum, I nestled on a quiet bench, book in hand. For a fleeting moment, life felt effortless again. Amsterdam has etched itself into the ledger of my soul—forever a city I will hold close, like a well-loved page I’ll never dog-ear!

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In my grasp, a tulip-shaped goblet glows. Half art, half enchantment, catching the light as if hoarding stolen gold. Is it just a glass, or a cup filled with spring itself? Perhaps, some things are best left to wonder!

Amsterdam, I’m sauntering through tram-lined boulevards, I slip through the veins of these cities like ink on parchment. Time no longer outruns me; today, it lingers at my heels, reluctant to let me go.

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Defying gravity as if the world were my playground and I, its most whimsical contender.

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The sun teasing my back, while the wind playfully tangles itself in my short hair. In the next breath, I’m launching a kick into the open air, as if daring life to challenge me in a game I have no intention of forfeiting. God, why I don’t work here?

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Seated before a feast on my table, yet my attention drifts elsewhere. Yes, a feline masterpiece behind me. Coincidence? I think not. In this moment, we are one. Head tilted, paws scrolling. Who’s mirroring who? Perhaps, in another universe it’s the cat impersonating me.

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Flower Power. Do you wanna be my lover?

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