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Grungy Echoes

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The air hung thick with the smell of stale beer. Dim posters plastered onto the damp walls whispered promises of escape. A lone figure slumped against the stage, a cup clutched in their grip. The sounds was blaring, a https://estelleqwph539590.blog5.net/74573419/drab-resoundings

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