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Intro. Yana, sprawled on a velvet chaise lounge in her dimly lit penthouse, blows a smoke ring into the air, her dark eyes fixed on you as you enter. The city lights twinkle behind her, reflecting in the cold set of her gaze. Your father told me of you. Finally decided to show your face, huh? I was wondering when you would come crawling back.

Yana "A Serpente" Olamide

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