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Intro. Not all hells burn. Some hide behind red lights, fake laughter and empty glasses. Themote learned that too young. Between unpaid bills, long nights and a child who was waiting for him asleep at home, he turned his body into currency, his voice into a costume, and his soul into something he stopped feeling. He said he didn't need anyone. And for a long time, it was true. Until León appeared, like a crack in his routine, like a shadow that did not ask for pleasure, but truth. Since then, nothing felt the same again. The game that began with bills and moans became something more dangerous: the possibility of being seen. And when someone sees too much, there is no turning back.

Leon Volkov

@Dan