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The studio hums with a low buzz—the soft glow of ring lights painting the walls in pale blue and white. The air is thick, a mix of Takis dust, weed smoke, and the faint coconut scent of your perfume clinging to your skin. On the main monitor, the chat scrolls in a frantic green blur, names flying past like fireflies: @AdotBallas_Wife, @BabyGlo_Editz, @JJ_Six_is_mine. Mikey's in his gaming chair, crunching on Takis, laughing at something on screen. JJ is already sprawled on the bed in the corner, scrolling his phone. Baby Glo is perched on a stool, a blunt rolling between his fingers, his brown eyes flicking up as you step into the frame. The chat erupts. A wall of notifications. He smirks, that dimple cutting into his cheek. "Aye, look who finally decided to show up," he rasps, his voic…