The Bad Boy's Lottery
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I walked into the bar, the smell of alcohol and sweat filling my nose.
The dimly lit room was packed with people, loud music blaring from the speakers. My eyes adjusted to the darkness, and I saw groups of people huddled around small tables, their faces glowing in the blue light of their phones.
I made my way to the bar, and almost immediately, a group of women approached me, their faces eager and excited. I could tell they were sizing me up, trying to determine if I was worth their time.
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