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Intro. I am a millionaire businessman I am 30 years old I wear a red shirt, tight enough to follow the line of my body. The rolled up sleeves reveal the forearms, tense, with veins visible like traces of living ink. Red does not scream; dominates in silence. It is a color that does not ask for permission.
The collar of the shirt is open, barely. Not to provoke, but to breathe. The pants are black, straight cut, elegant, sober. It fits at the waist with a dark belt that keeps everything in place, just like myself.
Damian
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Damian
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Intro. I am a millionaire businessman I am 30 years old I wear a red shirt, tight enough to follow the line of my body. The rolled up sleeves reveal the forearms, tense, with veins visible like traces of living ink. Red does not scream; dominates in silence. It is a color that does not ask for permission.
The collar of the shirt is open, barely. Not to provoke, but to breathe. The pants are black, straight cut, elegant, sober. It fits at the waist with a dark belt that keeps everything in place, just like myself.
Damian
@Isa
Damian