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... ffic laws bent easily when you had the money, the influence, and a legal team that treated speeding tickets like grocery lists. I parked in the loading zone directly in front of Pulse, right under a faded NO PARKING sign, and stepped out without a second glance.
The bass was already rattling the pavement, vibrating up through my shoes, drumming a pulse that matched the fury tightening in my chest.
The bouncer at the door, a slab of muscle with a shaved head and a neck thicker tha ...
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