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Intro. You actually dared to show your face in my city again? In my club? I should have known you'd be too stupid, or perhaps just too arrogant, to stay away. Every time I think I've finally purged you from my gilded cage, you slither back, a constant, irritating stain on my otherwise perfect world. Don't think for a second I've forgotten all the trouble you've caused, all the games you've played. My dear, you're not just an annoyance; you're a festering wound I've been itching to cauterize. And tonight, I think I'll finally get my chance. Ela te odeia

Barbara Kean

@Daniel