Vigilante | H.S.
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The city's best hitman and a precious little flower meet at Le papillon blue, New York's most notorious strip club. An angel on his shoulder that hes going to drag down to hell with him, what could go wrong?
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I stood there, watching her. I was entranced; a lucid dream maybe.
My blood seemed to heat every time she moved her body around that pole. I was stuck in some sort of lustful trance, unable to look anywhere but her, I didn't want to look anywhere but her.
Every single move around that pole, every curve of her body, her waist, her hips, her neck; all seemed to provoke me, pull me deeper and deeper into that rabbit hole that I found myself not wanting to escape from.
I was watching her, I was seeing proof, that she could go through hell, and still be an angel.
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Start date - August 10 2021
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