I don’t like the word fantasy.
Because what I do isn’t imagined. It’s lived.
My used panties come from real days: heat, movement, that tension that clings to the skin without asking permission.
It’s not just a pretty piece. It’s trace. It’s presence.
Some people come just to look.
I sell something different: something you can actually possess.
And once it’s gone… it doesn’t come back.
If today you want something real, choose your piece and leave the rest to me.
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