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starter. gael , ( @backslashed ) location. cup of joy

the  odd  taste  lingers  in  his  mouth  ,  the  sparks  at  the  edges  of  his  vision  ,  and  cian  wonders  if  they  were  there  to  stay  ;  his  own  fireflies  despite  the  season  and  its  warmth  .  he  supposes  it  wouldn't  have  been  so  bad  ,  had  he  not  spewed  off  rather  outrageous  remarks  throughout  the  remainder  of  the  garden  party  ;  then  he'd  been  carted  off  to  some  doctor  ,  what  a  buzzkill  that  had  been  .  and  luca  ,  he  recalls  how  the  other  had  been  there  (  hadn't  he?  )  and  how  even  he  had  been  affected  by  whichever  bug  had  found  them  .  it  had  been  a  bug  ,  hadn't  it?  the  thought  is  on  his  mind  when  he  sees  him  ,  any  notion  to  stay  back  slips  from  his  mind  as  he  approaches  ;  he  had  time  to  kill  while  he  waited  for  his  order  ,  anyway  .  ❝  how's  ,  uh  ---  luca?  did  it  pass  ,  the  ,  uh  ---  shit?  ❞  he  speaks  the  questions  so  eloquently  ,  as  he  comes  to  stand  near  the  older  man  .

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starter. beren , ( @seethingblooms ) location. sunny side wake ups

there  is  the  hint  of  something  lingering  ,  just  on  the  edges  of  his  vision  ,  like  fireflies  in  late  summer  ;  they  sparkle  ,  they  dance  ,  and  when  he  turns  his  head  ,  they  disappear  as  if  they  never  belonged  in  the  first  place  .  it's  comical  to  him  ,  brings  forth  a  wide  grin  that  settles  on  his  lips  ,  perhaps  too  wide  ,  perhaps  bordering  on  the  question  of  whether  he  has  completely  lost  his  mind  finally  .  how  he  ends  up  at  the  diner  ,  cian  isn't  one  hundred  percent  certain  ,  but  he  enters  all  the  same  ;  some  coffee  will  do  him  some  good  ,  anyway  .  ❝  did  you  know  that  you  have  this  little  blue  guy  that's  hanging  off  your  shoulder?  he's  cute  ,  really  ,  so  did  you  name  him?  ❞  he  questions  ,  as  he  leans  against  a  doorframe  that  he  hadn't  realized  he'd  maneuvered  to  ,  let  alone  why  he  approached  her  in  the  first  place  .  but  it  seemed  that  the  hallucinations  hadn't  yet  eased  from  his  vision  ,  despite  the  hours  of  night  air  he'd  consumed  into  his  lungs  .

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there  was  laughter  ,  there  were  children  ,  there  was  a  man  speaking  to  another  with  food  visible  in  his  mouth  as  it  opened  ;  and  ren  considered  the  consequences  of  putting  a  bullet  in  the  man's  head  .  her  fingers  twitch  with  the  want  ,  with  the  ache  to  teach  him  manners  he'll  never  forget  ,  until  her  saving  grace  comes  in  the  form  of  a  man  who  is  likely  wearing  the  same  expression  as  she  .  ❝  i  think  anything  offends  these  people  ,  ❞  she  argues  ,  as  her  gaze  settles  upon  the  man  ,  silently  thankful  for  his  appearance  ,  perhaps  it  will  stop  her  from  causing  some  sort  of  scene  .  then  again  ,  she  is  rather  skilled  at  covering  her  tracks  .  ❝  yes  ,  ❞  she  offers  nothing  more  ,  lets  the  glass  tilt  until  its  contents  spill  into  the  lush  grass  ,  unbothered  by  her  own  manners  ;  it's  grass  ,  after  all  .  ❝  what  ,  not  enjoying  the  event  of  the  season?  ❞

head aching, gael didn't know what to blame for the pounding in his skull or if he should chalk it up to a combination of things. lack of sleep, stress, too much caffeine, too little, tension traveling up through his neck, the list was endless. "you think that they'd be offended if i asked for coffee?" gael muttered as he crossed his arms, taking a step back and accidentally brushing up against a shaped topiary of some kind of horse. "fuck it, i'm asking for coffee. you want a real drink?" he asked, taking a glance at the glass in ren's hand. "need something worth staying awake for around here." @cfichor

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there's  a  mingling  of  brows  as  that  familiar  cadence  washes  over  him  ,  like  warm  water  in  a  much  needed  shower  ,  the  kind  that  seems  to  soothe  aching  muscles  .  he  shouldn't  ,  but  his  mind  strays  ,  to  envelope  it  ,  to  welcome  the  sound  deeper  .  his  gaze  shifts  ,  seeks  out  luca  ,  then  the  smile  blooms  upon  his  features  ,  a  brilliance  of  whitened  teeth  .  ❝ does  it?  ❞  his  question  is  a  mix  of  feigned  innocence  and  amusement  ;  he  knows  the  cost  of  the  outfit  ,  from  head  to  toe  ,  how  it  could  pay  a  number  of  rent  cheques  .  ❝ if  my  sister  hadn't  insisted  ,  i  think  i  would  have  ruined  the  vibe  of  this  place  .  ❞  his  words  brought  forth  images  of  what  he  would  have  preferred  to  wear  ;  his  birthday  suit  had  been  mentioned  ,  but  there  were  kids  in  attendance  ,  so  he  had  fully  committed  to  the  shark  onesie  that  he  had  received  as  a  birthday  gift  one  year  ---  his  sister  had  shot  that  down  immediately  .  ❝ you  missed  a  very  important  announcement  ,  that  this  year  ,  they've  shut  the  doors  to  weirdos  who  carry  unwrapped  candies  in  their  pockets  .  security  is  probably  already  sniffing  around  for  you  .  ❞  he  tries  to  remain  serious  ,  but  cian  is  as  unserious  as  a  clown  at  a  funeral  ,  and  he  dissolves  into  a  deep  laugh  .

( @cfichor, the mayor's party ) "my guuuuuuuuy, fantastic outfit choice." luca said, grinning brightly as he went up to cian and tugged at his shirt without hesitation. "pretty sure this costs more than the rent on my first place, doesn't it? i may not have fancy clothes on, but if the food is boring, i've got unwrapped starbursts in my pocket." after a moment, those words put themselves together in luca's brain and they realized that could be taken the wrong way. frowning, luca shook his head even as he waved a hand through the air, as if erasing that last comment. "i mean a bag of the already unwrapped kind, i didn't unwrap them and just throw them loose in my pocket to get sticky and collect lint. anyway, i'm fashionably late, did i miss anything good?"

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murder  ,  mayhem  ;  the  sort  of  tastes  that  sweetened  the  tarmac  of  her  tongue  .  she  stands  in  awe  ,  of  how  the  city  could  find  itself  turned  over  so  quickly  ,  with  bouts  of  laughter  that  littered  the  air  ,  pungent  with  the  smell  of  garden  party  hors  d'oeuvres  .  her  hand  holds  a  glass  ,  sweetened  liquid  within  ,  but  she  has  yet  to  drink  from  its  waters  ,  keeping  her  gaze  upon  those  that  mingled  .  she  keeps  her  attention  on  the  guests  ,  noting  who  mingles  with  who  ,  which  faces  screw  up  into  laughter  or  anger  ,  wonders  which  of  them  require  further  inspection  ,  further  curiosity  into  where  they  were  the  other  night  and  for  what  reason  .  ❝ she  owes  me  a  new  dress  then  .  ❞  she  quips  softly  ,  words  ladened  with  the  accent  that  had  been  passed  down  for  generations  ,  only  muddled  by  the  years  she  has  spent  within  the  states  .  ❝  do  we  think  we  can  manage  to  get  inside?  to  get  a  closer  look  .  ❞  she  wonders  ,  if  they  have  any  types  within  their  ranks  ,  the  kind  that  is  small  ,  unassuming  ,  could  easily  find  themselves  within  the  shadows  .  she  lowers  her  glass  ,  despite  how  it  is  a  mere  accessory  at  this  point  ,  as  her  eyes  shift  to  the  edges  ,  peeking  at  him  from  the  corners  .  ❝  how  are  your  injuries?  ❞

Who: @cfichor (Lorena) Where: Mayor's Garden Party

The kind of mayhem that hit the city a few nights past wasn't the normal sort of NYC chaos that Diego was used to. While he liked to think he had his finger on the pulse of the news, there were so many unknowns and conflicting stories that Diego didn't feel prepared to completely buy into anything that was being said and even coming from the mayor, Diego would only believe part of it. But sometimes knowing the cover story was just as important as knowing the truth and Diego always believed in being prepared. After the disaster at Bacha-Lacha, Diego's midsection was still mess of bruises tender to the touch, an infection something that was a risk, and while it was important to make a showing, it was also important to have someone capable there. Enter Ren, who he trusted to be able to do her job while he was on the bench. "There's a chance they were targeting Durmaz since they went after her club." Diego said quietly, assuming she would be one to watch. "She may be one of the people that they dragged into the house. I haven't figured out their pattern yet."

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“ ʏᴏᴜ’ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴡᴀʀ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ; ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴛᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜᴘ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ . ”

𝑭𝑼𝑳𝑳 𝑵𝑨𝑴𝑬 , cian oisin gallagher 𝑵𝑰𝑪𝑲𝑵𝑨𝑴𝑬(𝑺) , cian , idiot ( affectionate ) 𝑨𝑮𝑬 , twenty8 𝑩𝑰𝑹𝑻𝑯 𝑫𝑨𝑻𝑬 , 𝑮𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹 , cismale 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑵𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑺 , he / him 𝑺𝑬𝑿𝑼𝑨𝑳 𝑶𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 , bisexual , honestly one just needs to compliment him and he'll likely swoon 𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑪 𝑶𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 , biromantic , again , compliments = swoon 𝑶𝑪𝑪𝑼𝑷𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 , soldier , he'll find a 'real' job eventually 𝑺𝑷𝑶𝑲𝑬𝑵 𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑼𝑨𝑮𝑬𝑺 , english ( barely ) , some spanish , some french 𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑺 , flynn gallagher ( father ) , kelly gallagher ( mother , deceased )   𝑺𝑰𝑩𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺 , tbd siblings 𝑺𝑰𝑮𝑵𝑰𝑭𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑻 𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹 , none 𝑷𝑬𝑻𝑺 , after the hamster incident , he doesn't think he can manage a pet

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blood  and  loyalty  ,  the  markings  of  cian  gallagher's  birth  ,  born  to  a  man  whose  reputation  preceded  him  beyond  generations  ,  forging  a  comparison  that  would  rest  over  his  son's  head  long  after  his  own  death  .

the  comparisons  had  been  simple  in  nature  during  his  youth  ,  how  he  had  been  born  with  his  father's  eyes  ,  how  his  smile  reminded  them  of  his  father's  ,  how  it  was  a  shame  he  didn't  bare  his  mother's  soft  complexion  .

heavy  is  the  head  that  wears  the  crown  ,  or  in  cian's  case  ,  the  family  name  that  reeked  of  loyalty  and  responsibility  ,  and  the  weight  had  begun  to  bear  down  on  him  ,  even  as  he  got  his  first  taste  of  freedom  .  short  lived  ,  considering  he  only  went  to  college  at  nyu  ,  thanks  in  part  to  the  surname  that  paved  the  way  ,  but  he  thrived  out  from  under  the  blanket  of  who  his  father  was  ,  and  what  alliances  he  had  been  born  into  ;  he  had  thrived  ,  for  a  period  .

with  a  lack  of  personal  guidance  ,  cian  had  not  known  what  to  do  with  himself  ,  he  wasn't  as  smart  as  his  siblings  ,  wasn't  as  cut  out  for  the  triptych  lifestyle  as  others  ,  but  with  no  clear  path  set  before  him  ,  he  had  no  other  option  than  to  fall  in  line  .  and  so  he  did  ,  at  the  bottom  of  the  ranks  ,  a  soldier  that  did  as  he  was  told  while  managing  to  not  trip  over  his  own  feet  .

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the one that got away ; i honestly don't have much to go off of at the moment , but i want something heart wrenching , gut twisting , makes me go ahh and aww at the same time , yk? ( preferably m , but i'm open to consider ) babysitter ; not really , hehe , but i would love to have someone within triptych that is essentially someone that is either tasked with keeping an eye on him or does it on their own accord because , let's be honest , there's some brain cells that slipped out of this boy's ears

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“ ꜰɪʀᴇ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ; ɪᴄᴇ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴠᴇɪɴꜱ . ”

𝑭𝑼𝑳𝑳 𝑵𝑨𝑴𝑬 , lorena alma sivori 𝑵𝑰𝑪𝑲𝑵𝑨𝑴𝑬(𝑺) , ren , literally nothing else if you wish to keep breathing 𝑨𝑮𝑬 , twenty9 𝑩𝑰𝑹𝑻𝑯 𝑫𝑨𝑻𝑬 , october 31st , 1995 𝑮𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹 , cisfemale 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑵𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑺 , she / her 𝑺𝑬𝑿𝑼𝑨𝑳 𝑶𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 , pansexual 𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑪 𝑶𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 , panromantic 𝑶𝑪𝑪𝑼𝑷𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 , assassin 𝑺𝑷𝑶𝑲𝑬𝑵 𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑼𝑨𝑮𝑬𝑺 , spanish , english , mandarin , arabic 𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑺 , tomás sivori ( father ) , lucía sivori ( mother )   𝑺𝑰𝑩𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺 , matías sivori ( deceased ) 𝑺𝑰𝑮𝑵𝑰𝑭𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑻 𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹 , none 𝑷𝑬𝑻𝑺 , she has a doberman named dante , he is trained as a guard dog and understands commands spoken only in a lost language

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apollo  and  artemis  ,  the  sun  and  the  moon  ,  twins  that  represented  two  sides  of  the  same  coin  ,  that  was  the  birth  of  lorena  and  matías sivori  .  born  of  the  same  blood  ,  of  the  same  ancestry  ,  yet  polar  opposites  in  nearly  every  fashion  ,  from  the  matted  hair  on  the  top  of  their  heads  to  the  manners  in  which  shaped  their  personalities  .

the  birth  of  the  twins  had  sealed  the  demise  of  their  mother  ,  a  woman  that  they  would  only  know  through  stories  ,  through  spun  tales  that  their  father  and  family  members  provided  to  them  .

two  sides  of  the  same  coin  ,  yin  and  yang  ,  the  twins  were  mostly  inseparable  ,  where  one  went  ,  the  other  was  sure  to  follow  .  and  somehow  ,  they  had  ended  up  together  within  the  wraith  .  two  young  creatures  of  habit  ,  each  with  a  taste  for  blood  on  their  tongues  ,  yet  different  means  for  the  same  end  .  one  was  calculated  ,  precise  ,  waited  for  the  precious  moment  when  bullet  was  eased  from  the  chamber  .  the  other  was  hungry  ,  ferocious  ,  wanted  to  see  the  light  fade  from  eyes  brimmed  with  tears  .

the  twins  were  mostly  inseparable  ,  until  tragedy  struck  ,  and  the  sun  shifted  ,  slipped  beyond  the  horizon  ,  blotting  out  the  glow  of  the  moon  .  darkness  fell  after  that  moment  ,  but  it  did  not  last  ,  when  a  new  day  crested  the  horizon  ,  and  a  newfound  sense  settled  upon  the  shoulders  of  a  young  woman  ,  with  the  taste  of  blood  on  her  tongue  .

❧ wanted connections ;

client ; someone that has needed her expertise in the past . could have been for anyone , for any reason - let's discuss! extended family ; it had only been she and her brother within her immediate family , but i would love to see any aunts , uncles , cousins , etc!

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the  complaint  would  come  ,  at  a  later  date  ,  of  how  a  man  should  never  be  sent  to  do  a  woman's  job  .  and  in  the  eyes  of  lorena  sivori  ,  the  brokering  of  a  deal  had  indeed  been  a  woman's  job  ,  for  she  had  not  been  as  hot-headed  as  the  men  that  had  sat  across  from  her  ,  whose  veins  seemed  nearly  ready  to  burst  from  the  side  of  their  fat  necks  .  it  would  eventually  mattered  little  ,  for  the  sake  of  another  deal  that  settled  within  her  path  ,  for  the  flash  of  a  gun  had  been  her  saving  grace  ,  moments  before  gunfire  erupted  in  the  backroom  of  the  club  .

the  coppery  scent  of  fresh  blood  ,  the  sulfurous  smell  of  gunfire  clogged  her  nostrils  ,  clung  to  the  vibrissae  within  its  cavity  .  she  could  smell  nothing  else  ,  she  could  hear  nothing  else  ,  for  the  sound  of  rapid  gunfire  rang  within  the  depths  of  her  ears  ,  despite  the  thunderous  bass  of  the  music  that  continued  throughout  the  venue  .  how  had  they  not  run?  how  had  the  thundering  of  stampeding  feet  not  drawn  her  attention?  oh  yes  ,  because  her  attention  had  been  upon  the  body  that  had  been  clutched  within  her  curled  fingers  ,  used  as  the  only  thing  that  the  man  had  ever  truly  been  good  for  ,  her  shield  ,  as  the  last  of  the  offenders  had  been  picked  off  with  the  well  placed  bullet  between  his  eyes  .

then  she  hears  it  ,  the  movement  of  another  ,  and  she  turns  ,  to  cast  her  gaze  up  onto  the  man  that  stared  down  with  a  dumbfounded  look  within  his  features  .  his  phone  ,  the  simple  mention  of  it  has  a  well  manicured  brow  ascending  higher  ,  but  she  makes  no  move  to  respond  to  him  .  he  isn't  a  threat  ,  and  she  finds  herself  tucking  the  weapon  back  into  its  holster  ,  the  very  one  that  molds  so  perfectly  to  her  torso  .  her  gaze  catches  his  hands  ,  watches  as  his  fingers  intricately  touch  over  his  exposed  flesh  ,  most  likely  ensuring  that  he  wasn't  harmed  by  the  gunfire  that  had  littered  the  walls  with  bullet  holes  .

even  then  ,  she  does  not  respond  to  him  ,  not  until  his  finger  finds  the  closet  body  ,  unmoving  ,  the  soul  that  had  once  been  housed  released  back  to  whichever  god  the  man  believed  in  .  his  words  fill  the  space  ,  cut  through  the  ringing  in  her  ears  as  she  steps  closer  ,  over  the  discarded  body  until  she  can  stand  before  him  .  ❝  oh  ,  and  how  much  is  an  insane  amount?  ❞  she  curls  her  tongue  around  the  words  ,  ensures  each  one  holds  that  hint  of  the  accent  she  hasn't  quite  lost  ,  as  her  hand  lifts  ,  as  her  index  finger  finds  placement  under  his  chin  .  ❝  so  ,  you  are  not  afraid?  ❞  she  questions  ,  the  hint  of  a  smile  that  rivals  the  devil  himself  ,  as  her  finger  glides  down  his  neck  ,  feeling  for  that  pulse  that  beats  beneath  her  fingertip  .

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Looking for his phone (and his date, but mostly his phone—which unfortunately happened to be with his date) in midst the bubbling chaos and poorly dressed bodies had proven quite the challenge; when he first heard the gunshots his brain thought 'oh! fireworks' rather than bullets. It took a long second for it to register what was actually happening, and for the sharp, smoky odor of ricocheting bullets to invade his nostrils.

There was blood splattered on the walls, and he was feeling a bit dazed, and a bit too inebriated to have the good sense to walk away (had he ever?). He got there just in time to watch two bodies be slammed against the ground, and another one turned into a meat shield. Interesting day. Very eventful. By the time she's looking up at him, he had completely forgotten why he'd wandered off to do to begin with.

"Um... oh, yeah... Right, I was gonna ask about my phone but that feels kind of a non-issue right now, not gonna lie to you." You know. Considering the two corpses. He even touches his chest, hands digging into his half unbuttoned shirt, searching for bullet holes and finding none. Lucky day. He really must be God's favorite. Alright—if heaven and hell are real the other side's probably the one rooting for him, but still.

He pointed a finger to the bodies on the floor, pushing his lips into a half-pout, bobbing his head slightly. "...That was hot." and disturbing. And frightening. He's a 'glass half full' kind of guy, though. "So would you ever consider working as private security or...?" a pause. "Because I would throw insane amounts of money your way just to watch you walk in front of me, just so you know."

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PAUL MESCAL Photographed by Rosalind O'Connor for SNL

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EVA DE DOMINICI as NADIA

THE CLEANING LADY (2.01)

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a running gag

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#𝔠𝔣𝔦𝔠𝔥𝔬𝔯 ── muses for thefactionhq as penned by c

𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝒈𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒓 ─ twenty8 , soldier , triptych , paul mescal 𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊 ─ twenty9 , assassin , the wraith , eva de dominici

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“ ꜰɪʀᴇ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ; ɪᴄᴇ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴠᴇɪɴꜱ . ”

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“ ʏᴏᴜ’ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴡᴀʀ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ; ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴛᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜᴘ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ . ”

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“i expected better from you” well that was your fault lmao I got nothing to do with that

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EVA DE DOMINICI as NADIA

THE CLEANING LADY (2.01)