Underprivlg Love

...my rough voice mixing with her soft lips over a beat tapped out on empty barrels. 'Every thug needs a lady,' she whispered back, eyes sparkling in the dim light, and for that second, the factory, the ocean I’d have to cross, none of it existed. Just us, the beat. Then, harsh footsteps echoed on the concrete. A woman in a crisp, dark uniform materialized from the shadows, her face tight with disapproval. She didn't yell, just moved straight to Tailor, her hand firm on that expensive-looking jacket sleeve. "Come along, Ms. Swifty," she said, pulling Tailor back towards the world she belonged in, leaving me alone with the fading beat and the sudden, crushing silence.

I just need a place to sleep for one night. fr fr

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