Her name was nicole and wherever she was she left a smell of cigarettes and whiskey. Her blind had something of lust and love, of fate amd fortune. Like a she was born to destroy and still be a saint, like all her sins were angelic and forgiven before she even does them. Like a fire burning and coming higher and higher her name spread all over town. That night no one noticed that this maiden had gone with the wind 🍃 🥃