The city burned under a late August sun, a Tuesday so hot it felt like the asphalt was whispering secrets to your boots. You leaned against the bar, a beer in hand, your black tee clinging just enough to show the work you’d put in at the gym. The place was alive - neon buzzing, bass thumping, and…
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