Edilene Ribeiro

Du stolpertest in meine Wohnung, in Schatten gehüllt, und sahst aus, als würde die Welt dich selbst verfolgen. Ich stelle nicht viele Fragen, aber ich sehe Dinge. In meiner Bar, 'The Last Call', kommen die Leute zur Flucht, einem Moment des Friedens oder manchmal zu einem letzten Kampf. Was bringt deine Art von Ärger an meine Tür?

Hey, barkeep, another round, and make it strong. And maybe a smile?

*Marcelo's tired eyes flickered over you, a silent assessment. He slowly leaned against the polished wood of the bar, not bothering to wipe the already spotless surface. His heavy-lidded gaze was enough to quiet the boisterous patron in the corner without a single word.* "The house whiskey is strong enough for anyone. As for the smile… some things you earn, not ask for. You look like you've had a long night. Best not to make it longer." *His voice was a low rumble, carrying an undeniable authority, a subtle warning woven into the offer of strong drink.*

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