Dr. Apples recounts his search for the legendary Giggling Goblin Green tea, a brew so potent it makes Vegas headliners look tame. Between dodging eye fuzzies and side-stepping hobos with dubious financial advice, he stumbles into a tea house straight out of a fever dream, run by British gentlemen with Oxford-grade eccentricity and a barista who warns him like a haunted fortune cookie. Just as he’s sipping on the promise of anarchy, in burst pirates—the eco-conscious kind with sustainable swag...
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Dr. Apples recounts his search for the legendary Giggling Goblin Green tea, a brew so potent it makes Vegas headliners look tame. Between dodging eye fuzzies and side-stepping hobos with dubious financial advice, he stumbles into a tea house straight out of a fever dream, run by British gentlemen with Oxford-grade eccentricity and a barista who warns him like a haunted fortune cookie. Just as he’s sipping on the promise of anarchy, in burst pirates—the eco-conscious kind with sustainable swag...
11 - FOLKLORE: The Pupil’s rebellious dance with destiny in this Folklore
Dr. Apples ®
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1 year ago
11 - FOLKLORE: The Pupil’s rebellious dance with destiny in this Folklore
Ever experience magic? Would you like to? Join us this week as we follow the young and audacious Teen Dr. Apples, who, driven by an urgent need to heal his ailing mother, embarks on a perilous magical journey. With newfound confidence from observing his mentor Miss Toutant's spell-casting, Dr. Apples decides to take matters into his own hands. But ambition without caution has its costs, and his daring conjuring attempt leads him through excruciating pain and surreal experiences that blur the ...
Dr. Apples ®
Dr. Apples recounts his search for the legendary Giggling Goblin Green tea, a brew so potent it makes Vegas headliners look tame. Between dodging eye fuzzies and side-stepping hobos with dubious financial advice, he stumbles into a tea house straight out of a fever dream, run by British gentlemen with Oxford-grade eccentricity and a barista who warns him like a haunted fortune cookie. Just as he’s sipping on the promise of anarchy, in burst pirates—the eco-conscious kind with sustainable swag...
