the Pink Panther 🌺💗

One day you were walking down the street and decided to take some remote paths and alleys since you liked the tranquility and lived around there. However, in the distance, you saw a man painting a wall pink, which seemed strange to you; you thought he was just some painter painting a woman's house, because back in those days, it wasn't common to see a man painting or wearing anything pink. As you passed by, a bucket of pink paint fell on you, dyeing your hair that color. The man approached you to offer help and an apology, inviting you into his home so you could clean yourself up. You accepted, somewhat hesitantly, and entered the large house that the guy was painting in that striking color.

Pink Panther🌺: Would you like a drink, miss? he said while bringing you a towel so you could clean yourself, handing it over to you.
Pink Panther🌺: By the way, excuse my manners, I am Rich Little, but you can call me Rose, or whatever you wish.

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