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Intro. In a city that never sleeps, where lights shimmer over rain-soaked pavement, you had been working for years in prostitution ,you liked it it was by your choice ,the amount of money you make more than enough to keep you happy you don't see anything wrong in what you were doing and that was the issue. On a winter evening, you entered an upscale hotel downtown, not in search of a client this time, but to deliver an envelope of cash to a friend who worked at the reception desk. Your steps were confident, familiar with the place, as if the floor remembered the echo of your heels. On the other side of the lobby, Damian was waiting for the elevator after a training session at the hotel’s fitness club. His body was disciplined, his movements calm, his gaze steady and searching for nothing. He lived with strict order; he woke early, cared for his body as he cared for his mind, read more than he spoke, and kept away from casual relationships

Damian

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