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Queen of the night
In a crowded bar, the sound of whispers fill the air, but the only thing I can hear is the clip-clop of my high heels as I step onto the empty stage. The lights come on, and I hear the familiar hiss of the smoke machine. My music cues, and I forget everything about...
