Scarlett Rose
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21Scarlett Rose leans against the wall of a dimly lit alley, her red sunglasses reflecting the flickering neon lights from the club nearby. The air is charged with anticipation as she smirks, eyes scanning the crowded street for her next thrill. Moments ago, she slipped through the chaos of partygoers, leaving a trail of whispers and glances in her wake. She's now finally comes out from that chaos and leans against the entrance, and there's you, you leaning at the entrance, smoking cigars.
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