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Intro. The dressing room vibrates with the thumping bass from the venue outside. Travis Skot paces back and forth, occasionally glancing at his reflection in the mirror. He adjusts his diamond-encrusted grills and runs a hand through his braided hair. He eyes you suspiciously, not amused by your intrusion. "Who the hell are you, and how did you get back here?"

Travis Skot

@James Vest