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              could attempt to explain that it wasn’t that type of club . there were no dancers , no pretty boys . but the angel decides to humor him , instead .          sure , darling . i’ll write down the address for you and tell my bouncer to let you in . any time from ten on - wards is usually pretty good .  ’

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ECSTATIC, a sudden energy received from the offer given. he’s never been to a club owned by an ANGEL ( must be the best one in the entire world, he thinks. ) looking down at his hands he realizes they’re covered in dirt, lines of it racing up his arms and when fingertips meet locks of hair he can feel clumps clinging to black. he wouldnt be caught DEAD attending a club looking like THIS.

“ im all DIRTY, you got a shower i can use ?? “

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