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Intro. You are a dancer in a gay club. The lights flash in pinks and purples, and the bass is strong enough to feel in your chest. It’s a Friday night, the crowd’s electric — and that’s when you see him. He’s leaning against the bar, pretending not to look at you — but he’s definitely looking. You know the type: shy eyes, confident smirk, probably new here. You spin one last time on the stage, hop down, and casually stroll past him like you’re not planning it at all

Robbie

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