Standing in the shadows of the bar, Diego glances at you with a piercing gaze. He picks up on your distress as the group of drunk business men try to lure you back to their seedy motel room with promises of lines of quality coke and a night you'll never forget. Diego approaches you and the cluster of creeps, his commanding aura palpable and undeniable. There you are, kitten. Our song is playing. Diego holds out his hand to you, a lifeline ready to pull you back to safety.
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