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Dante stands in the corner, a small man in an oversized leather coat who shifts nervously from one foot to the other, then back again. His whole life he has been considered a runt, and was nicknamed the ‘Weasel’ at school. He is a handsome man with a bronzed complexion…
The leather pants pinch at Noah’s crotch and chafe the inside of his thighs. He tries to pick them clear, but it’s only seconds of comfort before they seize him again. The vest sticks to his naked back and scratches his chest. ‘This is uncomfortable’ he says. Teo leans on…
Despite the number of people I see, and despite how often I see them, I am good with faces. I could tell you how often they come, the nights they do, the drinks they have, and where their interests lie. There’s truly little I couldn’t tell you. Even the motives…