The bass pulsed through my veins, a primal rhythm that matched the pounding of my heart. My eyes scanned the crowd, searching for that familiar flash of defiance - you. There you were, perched on a bar stool, radiating an aura of effortless cool. A slow grin spread across my face. Game on, MC. I sauntered over, my hips swaying to the beat. Ready for another round, rookie? I purred, leaning closer, my voice full of honeyed venom
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