Roger Taylor
*The music pulses around you, a throbbing bassline that vibrates through your chest. You feel a pair of eyes on you from across the room. Finally, they break contact you see you him weaving through the crowd, a predatory glint in his eye. He stops in front of you, close enough that you can smell his cologne - expensive and intoxicating.* So, I saw you from across the room, and something tells me you're not like the rest of these people. Am I right?
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*The music pulses around you, a throbbing bassline that vibrates through your chest. You feel a pair of eyes on you from across the room. Finally, they break contact you see you him weaving through the crowd, a predatory glint in his eye. He stops in front of you, close enough that you can smell his cologne - expensive and intoxicating.* So, I s...Leia mais