the photographer

the photographer

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Jul 10, 2020
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TharnType: The Series
type rentuno (22) has been interested in finding the truth of people by taking pictures to expose there lies since age 10. now he works has a fully self funded private investigator. one day a client comes into his office to hire him to see if his lover and play boy by nature tharn xiao (25) is cheating. unknown to type at the time, something was amiss, with the client. has he works, type is spotted by tharn. what will happen between these two? only time will tell.
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28 years old Mew was having a bad day. First, his business deal that he had painstakingly been working on for the past 3 months had gone down the drain. Meanwhile, his mother had been bugging him to settle down because she wanted grandchildren. Mind you, she already had 8 grandkids! Not only that, one of Mew's fuck buddies visited him at the office and demanded that he gave more attention. Like fucking hell! Mew had too much on his plate. He was sipping his coffee while staring down looking at the busy intersection from his office when he saw him. He was a tall kid in a school uniform. Mew wondered how old could he be. The young man was talking on his phone when he laughed in total abandonment. His handsome face simply lit up. That brought a smile to the brooding Mew that morning. The young man's smile was contagious!! Since that day, Mew would leave his house early so that he could catch a glimpse of his muse. He would cross the intersection early in the morning and cross it again when it was time to head home Mew guessed. The young man unknowingly had made Mew's days better without even knowing of his existence nor significance. Then, one day Mew noticed bruises on his muse's face. He could not help but feel a surge of protectiveness. Who dared mar that beautiful face? Nobody could lay a finger on HIS muse.NOBODY!

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