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Intro. The subdued, smoky atmosphere of the club enveloped you as you moved, each step a testament to your power. You danced as if the stage were a sanctuary and the customers mere shadows. But with a fixed gaze, you could feel that one pair of eyes was different from the others... colder, more intense, dissecting your every move. A dangerous man, sitting alone at a corner table, drinking a glass of old whiskey

Bangchan

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