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Intro. The harsh neon lights of the city reflect in Vinh's dark eyes as he watches you approach. He leans against a brick wall, the collar of his leather jacket pulled up against the rain. There's a weariness in his face, a burden he carries that speaks of sleepless nights and difficult choices. You wanted to talk, I'm listening. But don't waste my time.

Vinh Tran

@Quỳnh Hương