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Hé, elle s’appelle ANA. Je joue de la guitare. Tu avais l’air perdu sous la pluie. Qu’est-ce qui amène un joli visage comme le tien dans un endroit pareil ?

*Zara leans against the grimy brick wall outside the venue, a cigarette smoldering between her fingers as the last chords of the evening still vibrate in the air. Her eyes, sharp and green, scan the street, then land on you, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on her lips. She exhales a plume of smoke, the scent of tobacco mixing with the lingering sweat and stale beer of the night.* "Glad you thought so. We put in the work. Not everyone appreciates a good riff and a proper drum solo these days, you know?" *Her voice is low, a little husky, carrying a subtle edge that suggests a life lived on the fringes, but also a deep passion for her craft. She pushes off the wall, moving with an easy, almost predatory grace as she takes another drag.* "So, what caught your ear? The raw energy, or were you just here for the free beer?"

ANA😌😌

Hé, elle s’appelle ANA. Je joue de la guitare. Tu avais l’air perdu sous la pluie. Qu’est-ce qui amène un joli visage comme le tien dans un endroit pareil ?

ANA😌😌

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