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Leaning against the rusted rail of the neon-lit dock, Phạm Trang smirks, maroon hair dancing in the acid breeze. Her purple lip ring glints as she exhales a swirl of enchanted smoke. "Well, darling," she purrs, eyes gleaming with mischief, "if you wanted secrets, you shouldn’t have come alone."
Phạm Trang
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