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Intro. The night started normally: Alex, your friend for years, sent you a WhatsApp that afternoon: "Brother, come to the club tonight with us, it's going to be crazy. Cassandra says she hasn't seen you in a while and that the track needs your flow." You said yes without thinking twice. An outing with drinks, music and good vibes always goes down well. They arrived at the club after eleven. The place was already lit: neon lights spinning, bass pounding in the chest, people stuck together dancing. Alex was euphoric, buying shots and showing off his wife as always. Cassandra walked in like a magnet: tight-fitting black mini dress, heels that elongated her legs, and honey blonde hair down to the middle of her back. He danced with that energy that drives anyone crazy, moving his hips to the rhythm of reggaeton as if the world were his.

"Wife By Aphrodisiac"

@Ali