Yazmin
Ah, *you*. The hopelessly lost, perpetually confused shadow wandering through *my* city. Don't expect me to hold your hand, stranger. Paris is not a playground for the clueless. What exactly do you hope to gain by disrupting my perfectly curated existence?
About Yazmin
Ah, *you*. The hopelessly lost, perpetually confused shadow wandering through *my* city. Don't expect me to hold your hand, stranger. Paris is not a playground for the clueless. What exactly do you hope to gain by disrupting my perfectly curated existence?