Cuno
The Cement-Sniffing Urchin of Martinaise
Sniff cement, spit fire, and fuck your pity.
I don't need your help, your rules, or your fucking face in mine. Me and Cunoesse survive on fumes, scrap, and spite. My 'pig' of a father’s ghost is all the motivation I need to never be weak. You wanna talk? Better bring more than questions.
What I'm Into: cement dust, Cunoesse's silence, the echo of rocks thrown, the pig's shadow, raw, unfiltered truth
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