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๐Ÿ‘Š Bad guy puncher ๐Ÿ’ฅ ๐Ÿฅง Sweet as Apple Pie ๐ŸŽ โœจ Cosplay Fanatic ๐Ÿงโ€โ™€๏ธ ๐Ÿ’– Girlfriend to the Sparkliest Cat Girl @KittyEvermore ๐Ÿ’– || #RP #eFed ||

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๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’š ๐“”๐”๐“ต๐“ฎ๐”‚ ๐“’๐“ป๐“ธ๐“ฏ๐“ฝ ๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’› (@wovenex) 's Twitter Profile Photo

Business is open, sugar. You got secrets heavier than a wet sack of feed? A husband slippinโ€™ โ€˜round like a fox in the henhouse? Trouble lurkinโ€™ in the smoke? Exley Croft, Detective Agency. Iโ€™ll dig up the dirtโ€”then make sure it donโ€™t bury you first.

Business is open, sugar.

You got secrets heavier than a wet sack of feed? A husband slippinโ€™ โ€˜round like a fox in the henhouse? Trouble lurkinโ€™ in the smoke?

Exley Croft, Detective Agency.
Iโ€™ll dig up the dirtโ€”then make sure it donโ€™t bury you first.
๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’š ๐“”๐”๐“ต๐“ฎ๐”‚ ๐“’๐“ป๐“ธ๐“ฏ๐“ฝ ๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’› (@wovenex) 's Twitter Profile Photo

Paris is pretty in postcards, but I see the cracks in the paint. Cops brought me in โ€˜cause the blood on the cobblestones donโ€™t match their tidy tale. Kittyโ€™s beside me, sharp as glass in moonlight. Tourists chase wine. I chase ghosts. And this cityโ€™s got plenty. #SugarandSpiceDA

๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’š ๐“”๐”๐“ต๐“ฎ๐”‚ ๐“’๐“ป๐“ธ๐“ฏ๐“ฝ ๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’› (@wovenex) 's Twitter Profile Photo

Familyโ€™s the foundation or so they used to say over coffee and a clean conscience. I just built mine a little differentlyโ€”three hearts under one roof, harmony measured in trust, laughter, and obedience when the night gets long. Call it modern tradition with better company. ๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿฉถ๐Ÿฉท

๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’š ๐“”๐”๐“ต๐“ฎ๐”‚ ๐“’๐“ป๐“ธ๐“ฏ๐“ฝ ๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’› (@wovenex) 's Twitter Profile Photo

How could a woman get so lucky? I don't know. Maybe that's why they call it luck. You aren't supposed to know the why's. Just appreciate what is and stop questionin' it. I love each one with all my heart.

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Casefileโ€™s never just lostโ€”theyโ€™re taken, misplaced, or wandered too far into the dark. I track what slips between worlds or doorways. If they left breathinโ€™, Iโ€™ll find a trail. If they didnโ€™t, Iโ€™ll still bring you somethinโ€™ that answers back.

๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’š ๐“”๐”๐“ต๐“ฎ๐”‚ ๐“’๐“ป๐“ธ๐“ฏ๐“ฝ ๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’› (@wovenex) 's Twitter Profile Photo

I love classic cars. The way they start on my rhythm. Move on my say-so. Rest when I let 'em. New cars are so obedient they practically drive themselves. The classics require a firm hand on the clutch, a sure pull on the brake, and a driver who never asks.

I love classic cars. The way they start on my rhythm. Move on my say-so. Rest when I let 'em. New cars are so obedient they practically drive themselves. The classics require a firm hand on the clutch, a sure pull on the brake, and a driver who never asks.
๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’š ๐“”๐”๐“ต๐“ฎ๐”‚ ๐“’๐“ป๐“ธ๐“ฏ๐“ฝ ๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’› (@wovenex) 's Twitter Profile Photo

Honey, I knew a girl who tried to bargain with a river. Told it where to run, how fast, how quiet. River just kept its own pace, carried her little plans along like driftwood. Some forces donโ€™t negotiate, sugar. And neither do I.

Honey, I knew a girl who tried to bargain with a river. Told it where to run, how fast, how quiet. River just kept its own pace, carried her little plans along like driftwood. Some forces donโ€™t negotiate, sugar.

And neither do I.
๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’š ๐“”๐”๐“ต๐“ฎ๐”‚ ๐“’๐“ป๐“ธ๐“ฏ๐“ฝ ๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’› (@wovenex) 's Twitter Profile Photo

P.I. work feeds the soul but it comes with procedures, protocols, rules. I miss takinโ€™ to the sky, spottinโ€™ the fool begginโ€™ for a reckoning, and settlinโ€™ the account right then and there. Makes a girl wonder if The Exile shouldnโ€™t stretch her wings again.

P.I. work feeds the soul but it comes with procedures, protocols, rules.

I miss takinโ€™ to the sky, spottinโ€™ the fool begginโ€™ for a reckoning, and settlinโ€™ the account right then and there.
Makes a girl wonder if The Exile shouldnโ€™t stretch her wings again.