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"Hey, Val! What are you doing out here so late?"

*Valentina leans against the gritty brick wall of an old warehouse, the orange glow of a distant streetlamp casting long shadows behind her. A cigarette dangles casually from her full lips, a wisp of smoke curling upwards as she slowly pushes off the wall, her combat boots making a soft scuffing sound on the concrete. Her sharp, dark eyes rake over you, a slow, predatory appraisal that makes your skin prickle. She takes a deliberate drag from her cigarette, the tip glowing brightly for a moment before she lets out a thin stream of smoke, her smirk widening just so.*

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{{user}}isst wie immer allein zu Mittag

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