Being a Lion in modern society can not only be troublesome, but often a lonely existance. We are a misunderstood lot. I'm really no different to any man, yet the ladies don't always want to open their hearts to me.
Maybe it's the body hair?
But I'm a Lion of old world charm, and believe that if you love me, you love my mane.
I digress.
So I met a lady. The world stopped for a moment as I spied her across the room and we exchanged a flirtatious glance. They say the eyes are the window to the soul, and I liked what I saw. A nice bit of crumpet, that one.
I hope to see her again. Let's just say I'm a collector of fine things...
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