Back '' 18-carat run of bad luck ''

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”Had one too much ‘eh?”
The Tops ‘owner casually spoke after he had opened the door to his room,
Leaning against the opening of the door, 
Amused by the sight of the drunk broad rumbling in his room.

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His hands reached out to be wrapped around the woman’s waist,
A mixed feeling of amusement and annoyance dominating his mind, 
”Fine baby, Follow my lead then, You dig’?”

“Kay. Fine…” She’d press herself against him now for more support on her shaky legs, “Jus’-Jus’ don’t stomp on m’feet or imma have t’hurt you…” Her lips purse into a slight frown, but it was quickly replaced with a smile.

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“ Sweetie, The Ben-man is a natural dancer,
If anyone, you’d have to be the one minding your step.”
The man in the checkered suit spoke before he started to slowly shuffle.

 

"You've made your last delivery kid..."

❝ Sorry you got twisted up in this scene, From where you're kneeling it must seem like an 18-carat run of bad luck. Truth is...the game was rigged from the start. ❞

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