Cherry Coloured - Alex Turner
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Last published Tue, Aug 16, 2022
"Call off the search for your soul,
or put it on hold again."
A private booth, a broken heart, a girl dressed in red, at a strip club.
because sometimes love isn't what it was ever supposed to be.
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This story has a lot of more mature themes than my other works, incl. addiction, dr*g use, s*x work and toxic relationships, please avoid reading if any are subjects you don't feel comfortable with, please put yourself first <3
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