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... try, Decay Bar basement.
The crew-cut man sat on the sofa, silently whittling a stick to a very sharp point, occasionally aiming it at the DJ kneeling on the ground.
The DJ shivered in fear, his lip and ear piercings had been torn out and lay on the ground, bloodied.
The man touched below his broken eyebrow, his voice deep, "Have you thought it through? Last time I’ll ask, if you do not speak or lie to me, I will poke out your eyes."
The DJ swallowed hard, "I’ll t ...
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