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Chapter 139: Tirana Festival – Albanian Fire

ผู้เขียน: Cyril Masina
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The Tirana Festival was alive with energy under the warm Albanian summer night. The main square pulsed with music, lights, and thousands of people dancing to a mix of electronic beats and traditional Albanian rhythms. Food stalls filled the air with the scent of grilled meats, fresh bread, and strong raki, while fireworks occasionally lit up the sky over the city.

Victor Kane, 42, stood near the VIP area in a tailored black shirt, watching the crowd. The powerful businessman had come to Albania
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