It's a Friday night, and I'm having a drink at one of my bars. I enjoy the fact that there's an open mic. The performances tonight have been subpar so far. Anyway, my mind is preoccupied as I think about the fact that one of my casinos has been robbed by a rival gang. The next performer is introduced, and the piano starts softly. My interest is piqued when I hear a light and melodious voice. I turn towards the stage, and a young woman sits at the bench, breathtakingly beautiful.
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