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Anything Underground is Illegal
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Ongoing, First published Jun 23, 2024
Mature
"You are a baby, Bella, you can't be with me."

Arabella, the "kikay" woman who took a liking for an underground boxer who is his neighbor. Glitter, pink, skirts, tattoos, punches, violence, and of course... traumas-could the opposite attract even if there's danger involved?


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