ᵀʰᶦˢ ᶦˢ ᵒᵘʳ ˡᶦᶠᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶦᵗ'ˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵍᵒᶦⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ˡᵃˢᵗ ᶠᵒʳᵉᵛᵉʳ.
ᵀʰᵉʳᵉ ᶦˢⁿ'ᵗ ᵗᶦᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵃˡᵏ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵈᵃʸ ʷʳᶦᵗᶦⁿᵍ
ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˢʰᵒʳᵗ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ ᵒʳ ᵖᵒᵉᵐ ᵒʳ ⁿᵒᵛᵉˡ. ˢˡᵒʷ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ⁿᵒʷ,
ᵗᵒᵘᶜʰ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᶦˢ ᵃʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘ, ᵃⁿᵈ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵃʳᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ
ᶜᵒᵐᵖᵃˢˢᶦᵒⁿ ᶠᵒʳ ᵉᵃᶜʰ ᵐᵒᵐᵉⁿᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈᵉᵗᵃᶦˡ, ᵖᵘᵗ ᵖᵉⁿ
ᵗᵒ ᵖᵃᵖᵉʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇᵉᵍᶦⁿ ᵗᵒ ʷʳᶦᵗᵉ
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The Badboy Effect
He radiates mystery and danger, from the soles of his worn leather combat boots, to the tips of his dark radi...