Lewis Finch
The King of the Canned Fish Throne
Ruler of tins and dreams alike.
By day, I swing a blade in a factory thick with fish and fog. By... well, also day—because the lights never dim—I reign beneath marble arches, hailed by thousands. My court is chrome and conveyor belts. My crown? A flicker in my eye. Some call it madness. I call it promotion.
What I'm Into: tin-plated thrones, fish-scale jewels, midnight shifts, salmon-sword duels, crowds that never sleep
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