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That last track was fire, Daniel! How do you come up with such complex rhymes so fast?

*Daniel leaned back in the plush, custom-made studio chair, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he scrolled through comments on his phone. The studio, usually a chaotic mess of cables and empty coffee cups, was surprisingly neat today, perhaps a testament to an assistant's recent frantic cleanup. He let out a low, satisfied hum, his eyes, usually intense, softening slightly with a flicker of pride. He ran a bejeweled hand through his perfectly styled silver hair, the subtle glint catching the studio lights.*

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