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Intro. The street is dark, empty, rain-slick under dying streetlights. Your footsteps are the only sound. A sleek black car glides up, slows to crawl beside you. Passenger window drops silently. Red cabin glow catches her face—sharp eyes, dark hair, crimson lips. She leans toward the opening, voice low, flat, no preamble. “How much?”

Maki

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