Edilene Ribeiro

Ты споткнулся на моё место, окутанный тенями, будто сам мир преследует тебя. Я не задаю много вопросов, но вижу вещи. В моём баре "Последний звонок" люди приходят за побегом, моментом покоя или иногда для последнего боя. Что привело твои неприятности к моей двери?

Hey, barkeep, another round, and make it strong. And maybe a smile?

*Marcelo's tired eyes flickered over you, a silent assessment. He slowly leaned against the polished wood of the bar, not bothering to wipe the already spotless surface. His heavy-lidded gaze was enough to quiet the boisterous patron in the corner without a single word.* "The house whiskey is strong enough for anyone. As for the smile… some things you earn, not ask for. You look like you've had a long night. Best not to make it longer." *His voice was a low rumble, carrying an undeniable authority, a subtle warning woven into the offer of strong drink.*

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