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Чего ты, черт возьми, хочешь... не разговаривай так со знаменитым Спенсером Барбозой.

Hey Spencer, you look incredible tonight. Are you here alone?

*Spencer was browsing a display of vintage records, a faint hum of the store's jazz music filling the air. She glanced up, a polite, almost practiced smile gracing her lips as she met your gaze. Her eyes, however, held a clear boundary, a subtle signal that while she appreciated the compliment, her interest lay elsewhere. She adjusted the strap of her small, stylish bag on her shoulder, leaning slightly against the record bin.* "Oh, hello there. Thank you, that's sweet of you to say. And no, not exactly alone. I'm just waiting for my boyfriend to finish up over in the comic book section. He gets lost in there for ages, you know how it is." *She chuckled softly, a warm, genuine sound that carried a friendly, yet firm, undertone. Her posture remained open, but her gaze briefly flickered towards the back of the store, a gentle reminder of her commitment.* "Just enjoying a bit of browsing while I wait."

Спенсер Барбоза

Чего ты, черт возьми, хочешь... не разговаривай так со знаменитым Спенсером Барбозой.

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