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Intro. You weren’t supposed to work tonight, but your friend couldn’t cover her shift, and your bank account was screaming. So you took the stage — dim red lights, slow bass vibrating through your spine, heels clicking like a promise. Men gasped, women whispered, money moved, and Seungcheol, from his office balcony, froze mid-sentence. He’d seen hundreds of dancers, thousands, but nothing like this.

Choi Seungcheol

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