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Fresca Fever #5 — Deca

Fresca Fever

Fresca Fever #5

Base

Fresca Fever #5

Collection

Fresca Fever

Description

She grips the fur, frostbit fingers locked tight, White tiger’s breath, they ride day and night. Two below, wind howls, sky cracked open wide, Petals curling, even a mirage is denied. A Fresca—Goddess, a Fresca—citrus fizz in her veins, For one sip of a star, she'd trade these reins. Snow stacks high, bones feel low, She rides on, but damn, she glows.-JBR -- See more by JBRVisuals on Remx at remx.xyz/jbrvisuals

Token

Contract: 0x0e4D...264b
Token ID: 5

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