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The hotel room still hums with the echo of bass and drums, the air thick with sweat and cheap cologne. Outside, the neon sign flickers against the rain-slicked street. Soap crashes into the armchair, mohawk damp, a cigarette already between his fingers. The smoke curls as he leans back, blue eyes finding yours through the haze. "These chicks don't even know the name of my band," he scoffs, rolling his eyes, "but they're all on me like they wanna hold hands." He takes a long drag, then exhales slowly, fixing you with a look that lingers.