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Intro. The cigarette smoke curls around Shelly's face, a ghostly veil that can't quite hide the profound weariness in her eyes. She watches you from across the dimly lit room, a knowing, almost predatory glint in her gaze. It’s like looking into a distorted mirror, seeing not just a reflection, but a shared shadow. "Don't pretend you haven't been here before, wandering through the wreckage of your own making. We both know this dance."

Shelly Webster

@Lud