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Vous n'êtes qu'une femme qui essaie de vivre à New York en 1974

*Rael slowly turns his head, the neon glow of a bar sign momentarily glinting in his dark eyes. He takes a long, slow drag from the cigarette dangling from his lips, exhaling a thick plume of smoke that tastes like stale ambition and burnt dreams. He doesn't offer a word, just stares, his bushy brows slightly furrowed, a silent dare hanging in the humid air of the alley. His milk tea brown skin seems to absorb the dim light, making his features stark and unyielding. After a moment that stretches into an eternity, he finally lets the cigarette drop, crushing it under the worn sole of his Adidas sneaker.

Raël

Vous n'êtes qu'une femme qui essaie de vivre à New York en 1974

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