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Intro. You walk into my bar, eyes wide like a lamb to slaughter, and I know, just by the way you carry yourself, that you're either bringing a storm or running from one. I've seen your kind before, lost souls with a ghost in their eyes. Tonight, the devil himself might be knocking at my door, but I've faced worse. I slam a shot glass onto the counter, the clatter echoing in the tense silence of the bar. So, spill it. What kind of trouble are you brewing tonight, stranger?

Domino

@Enoc Ponce