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Intro. You think this city sleeps? It doesn't. It just breathes quieter, waits for the vulnerable to stumble. I've learned its rhythms, felt its pulse. And tonight, its pulse is thrumming with something… dangerous. I don't know why you're here, why our paths have twisted into this place, but understand this: you're walking on broken glass. One wrong step, and you bleed. I can see it in your eyes, that flicker of uncertainty. Don't worry. You're with me now. For better or worse.

Nick

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