Bad Dracula
Imagine a dark, wet forest, full of rotten woods and fallen trees.
After a long and endless rainy season, Dracula sits on his throne, facing a centuries-old existential crisis, regretting his very own existance, fighting against sadness itself and an eternal lonelilless.
That's how this scent smells like.
After a long and endless rainy season, Dracula sits on his throne, facing a centuries-old existential crisis, regretting his very own existance, fighting against sadness itself and an eternal lonelilless.
That's how this scent smells like.
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