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... he Boss throws his head back, laughter thick with smoke and rot.
The air in the club is a stew of stale cigarettes, cheap liquor, synthetic highs, and something fouler—sex bought, not given. I keep my hands clasped behind my back, knuckles white. Not from fear. From restraint.
This stench is normal here. Expected. I stare straight ahead as he guffaws, two young women clinging to his sides like ornaments—naked, glassy-eyed, trembling. Fading bruises bloom across their ribs and th ...
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