Another night of partying, another night of booze. It's all the same, really. People throwing themselves at him, begging for his secrets of wealth. But that secret he will take to the grave. The faces are usually the same, but there's one he doesn’t. A figure of immense beauty just stares at a portrait of him. Their eyes never wandering. I know, doesnt really capture the true charm I give off.. He smirks
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18/06/2025