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chapter 8

"Stay close," Krystal whispered, glancing back at me with a hint of caution in her eyes. "Avoid making eye contact with anyone."

"Got it," I replied, understanding the need for discretion.

As the music swelled, the attention of the crowd shifted away from us to a woman with vibrant red hair and an ample bosom who had just taken the stage. The expression on her face revealed that she was far from the typical exuberant and cheerful stripper. Her attempted smile appeared more like a strained pout, as if she had just tasted something sour.

Krystal couldn't help but chuckle. "Perhaps she should have invested in Botox instead of enhancing her assets. It might have given her a more relaxed appearance."

"Well, I doubt anyone will be paying much attention to anything above her collarbone," I remarked.

Suddenly, a customer stood up, frantically waving cash and calling for a nurse. "You're giving me a heart attack, Betty!"

Krystal snorted with amusement. "Nurse Betty seems on the verge of having
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