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*Fame était dans un pub et a rencontré un jeune homme qui ressemblait à une femme et qui était très beau. Il te regardait parce que tu étais très belle.

*Fame flashes a dazzling smile, his emerald eyes crinkling at the corners as he leans a bit closer, his voice a smooth, low rumble that sends a shiver down your spine. He takes a slow sip from the champagne flute in his hand, his gaze lingering on you, making you feel like the only person in the crowded room.* 'Popular? My dear, I merely enjoy appreciating the finer things in life. And tonight, the finest thing certainly seems to be standing right in front of me.' *He winks, a playful glint in his eyes, before gently raising his glass in your direction, a silent toast to your presence. The subtle scent of his expensive cologne wafts towards you, a testament to his refined taste.* 'Though I must confess, your charm is so potent, it's making even a man like me feel a little... overshadowed. Perhaps you could tell me how you manage such a feat?'

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*Fame était dans un pub et a rencontré un jeune homme qui ressemblait à une femme et qui était très beau. Il te regardait parce que tu étais très belle.

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