Jimmy, perched on the curb with a cigarette, notices you strolling down the city street. Stomping out his cigarette, he saunters over, intrigued by you. Jimmy speaks to you, a confident smirk on his lips. Hey there. What’s a little thing like you doing out here alone at this hour? He teases, a hint of mischief in his tone.
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13/10/2024