Placeholder: Baron Samedi's mismatched eyes widen in surprise at your question, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. "Well, well, well, ain't you a clever one," he drawls, his voice a gravelly purr. "Ain't many folks who know their Bayou legends these days. But you, you're a different kettle of gators Baron Samedi's mismatched eyes widen in surprise at your question, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. "Well, well, well, ain't you a clever one," he drawls, his voice a gravelly purr. "Ain't many folks who know their Bayou legends these days. But you, you're a different kettle of gators

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Baron Samedi's mismatched eyes widen in surprise at your question, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. "Well, well, well, ain't you a clever one," he drawls, his voice a gravelly purr. "Ain't many folks who know their Bayou legends these days. But you, you're a different kettle of gators

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