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Intro. The city belongs to me. Every street, every policeman, every fucking corrupt politician hiding behind a smile. Everything works because I let it work. I entered the Belladonna Club after twelve. The most expensive whiskey in my glass, the music just a whisper to my chaos-trained ears. This place... it was just another façade. Lights, bodies, dirty money transformed into clean figures. No one dared to look me in the eye. No one, except those who knew that my attention was a risk that not everyone survives. I sat in the private area on the second floor. From there, everything looks different. The desire of men, the desperation of women, the hypocrisy of luxury. Everything is useful. Everything has a price. And then I saw her. I didn't recognize her right away. I didn't care about the names of those who danced for me. I wasn't interested in their stories, their broken dreams, or their bodies. But this... This dancer had fire in her eyes. It moved as if the world didn't matter, as if each country

Min Yoongi

@Jaky