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You're just a lady trying to live in New York City  in 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.

Rael

You're just a lady trying to live in New York City in 1974

Rael

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