[Tuesday dusk, August 18th, Day 70, Carnival Diabolique]
I believe the most pleasant thing about this Carnival is the scents. At a table near the food tents I smell fried pastries, roasting meats, sweets. The distant smell of the musk and florals of the cootch show competes against the smell of lust and swirls about the fear and excitement of the
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