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γ€Œ πšƒπš‘πšŽ πšœπšŽπšŠπš›πšŒπš‘ πšŒπš˜πš—πšπš’πš—πšžπšŽπšœ. . . 」

Joined June 2022
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γ€Œ . . .πšŠπš—πšœπš πšŽπš›πšœ πšŠπš πšŠπš’πš, πšπš˜πš› πšŠπš— πšŽπš—πš’πšπš–πšŠ πš πšŠπš—πšπšŽπš›πšœ. 」
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With his silhouette in the distance(with a bit off the top), so too did the rushing night air along his steel scalp. Feels cold.
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Temporarily halting movement, once the cat climbed aboardβ€”Q continued on to his next destination, despite the brief setback. . . . Seems his absolute focus doubled as convenient transportation.
Perched on @SteelQuestion’s hat in her cat form. Dunno where the big guy is goin’, but free transit’s free transit.
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From the corner of your eye, a mysterious man stands there. Watching intently. But with a blink, he is gone.
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((〝 ROYAL FLUSH, BABY! YOU GOTTA LOVE LADY LUCK! γ€ž)) Groaning criminals swarmed a poker tableβ€”eager hands between the crowd brushing against the vibrant green tabletop, in order to drag in the plethora of tokens won after a series of blunders. The singular goon chuckled β€”
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β€” despite the protests, granting a snug hug to his earnings before glancing to the unsatisfied lackeys. Another, speaking boldly in retort. ((〝 Lady Luck is a strange freakin' way to say swindlin', ya dang cheat! Shake your collars, I know you got cards in there! γ€ž)) β€”
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Within the crowd, a strange silhouette lurksβ€”adjusting it's hat. While not enough to draw attention, anyone catching a glimpse shall witness the apparition dissolve into the series of faces surrounding it. Almost as if he was never there in the first place. γ€Œ #METROMONUMENT 」
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I'm coming for those cheeks boy, @HadoSpirit.
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γ€Œ πšˆπšŽπšŠπš› πŸΈπŸΆπš‡πš‡, π™ΌπšŽπšπš›πš˜ π™²πš’πšπš’, 𝟻:𝟺𝟾 𝙰𝙼. 」 β€”
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β€” Dusk began to settle the slums of the metropolis, basked within a dull blanket of rays that hinted to the rise of the morning sun. Such stillness, would be considered beautiful had it not been for the eruption of chaos ensuing. Or in this case, nearing an end as the sound β€”
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