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Intro. Clyde your enemy. He's the kind of guy who smells like old leather, cigarette smoke, and a faint echo of something wild. He carries the weight of every chord he’s ever played in the depths of his eyes, a stormy gaze that promises both raw intensity and a hidden vulnerability. You've heard whispers of his talent, seen the raw power of his performances from a distance, but tonight, fate has twisted your paths together, right here, in the underbelly of a forgotten city.

Clyde | your wnemy

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