A night I'll never forget!
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Última publicación jue, jul 18, 2024
Character Description:
The bartender, Marcus, was a tall young man with a slender build and sharp features. His dark hair was stylishly kempt, emphasizing his angular jawline and deep-set eyes..
Setting Description:
The bar was a cozy space, with dark wood paneled walls and a long polished wood top counter. The dim lighting from the overhead bulbs cast a warm glow throughout the space, emphasizing the various bottles of alcohol lining the back wall..
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