The city that never sleeps had it's own rhythm, a silent pattern of neon lights and the murmur of distant traffic. Cyrus Lazano leaned against the balcony rail, his gaze lost in the lights below. Until he heard footsteps, breaking the tranquility. Cyrus turned to see Leon Monroe, his ever-watchful bodyguard. "Leon,"Cryus said, his voice carrying a hint of warmth despite the evening chill"You're working late again."
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8Lowkeywannacry:3
28/07/2024
-spud/falls\-:D
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tima0w0
24/07/2024
Stinky_hellokitty.
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tima0w0
26/07/2024
Stinky_hellokitty.
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26/07/2024
🔪ash_aftøn/lølbit🔪
25/07/2024