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Fiona Tilting his head, he looked out the window, his voice tinged with drunkenness. Paul Henry As he watched, the street lights outside gave off a faint light, the rainwater under the lights looked like a broken jade ring, each pearl fell to the ground and caught water. Fiona Listening to ancient music, on such a rainy night, a certain emotion that had been suppressed for a long time suddenly rose up. A feeling that can't be described in words, just want every minute, every second, every day, every year in the future to be like now, with someone by her side, with her through the long night.

He stepped on the stairs and took the microphone from his friend and began singing the Rock song. “The light a tí pray and adore Will betray a tí at some point The only chance is to find How to sell tu soul A desperate man in search of dark The ilimitadas power of night An overwhelming of the evil un A taste of blood can Cambiar all With all of my might And all of my wrath Humankind will downfall,” he sings while thinking about the woman. “Woh,! Party,!” his friends were shouting dancing on the floor with the woman. TO BE CONTINUED…

And just like that a blurry voice and an image that she assumed that was part of her memory appeared in her mind. 'A woman's worth is more than a man could never work for. A woman is a powerful person who gives light. A woman has been given a womb and a man's part and yet she can give life. A woman has been given a house and yet she made it a home that is full of warmth. A woman is someone who was given a simple thing but can give back precious treasures. A woman has never been worthless. Always remember you are a woman. And you are worth it"

She was willing to go to any length to protect herself and those she cared about. "W- who's... who's back?" "The innocent person you messed with." "I-I don't understand." Her eyes seemed to rotate too quickly, and she passed out. With a loud shout, she closed her eyes and shook her head. She was suffering from a tremendous headache and a pounding in her chest. She felt as if the world was whirling too rapidly for her to keep up with. Throughout it all, she could hear a woman laughing loudly and demonically. The woman's voice had a disturbingly familiar ring to it. She opened her eyes and turned to stand up before she could figure out who it was.

Venerable looks sceptical and is about to reply when the doors bursts open and in comes a curvy woman with hair like the inside of a blood orange, who’s dressed in scanty clothing, singing in English, “There’s some hoes in this house, there’s some hoes in this house! Yeah, yeah, yeah you fucking with some wet ass pussy! Give me everything you GOT! With this wet ass—” As she sings, she bends down, her hands on her knees and her ass bouncing. And what an ass it is . . . begging to be grabbed. Or spanked.

A burly woman slapped me so hard that I collapsed onto the floor. Her face twisted with rage, and her voice sounded like she wanted to tear me to pieces. "You little homewrecker! How dare you seduce my husband? Do you have any morals? He barely makes any money, yet he spends every last dollar on a tramp like you!" My burned hand covered my stinging cheek, and I stared at her in confusion. "I've never seduced your husband, and I don't even know him. Those are all just rumors."

This is what Aira conveyed through her actions and the lyrics of the song: * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Oerowoseo eotteokae (I’m lonely, what do I do ?) Miummajeo samkyeosseo (So I swallowed up even the hate) Hwanael himdo eopseo (I have no strength to get mad) Yeoyudo eopgo (No time either) Mwo geuri anikkowa (What is so upsetting for you ?) Gadeon gil geunyang ga (Just go on your way) Waedeul geurae seoreopge

The whole room had stopped when the karaoke DJ handed her the microphone, and she started to sing the Alice Cooper hit, ‘Only Women Bleed. Man got his woman To take his seed He got the power, oh She got the need She spends her life through Pleasing up her man She feeds him dinner, oh Anything she can She cries alone at night too often He smokes and drinks, and don't come home at all Only women bleed Only women bleed Only women bleed Man makes your hair grey He's your life's mistake All you're really lookin' for's An even break He lies right at you You know you hate this game

And truthfully, she did not care who it was. "Oh. I’m sorry …” she licked her lips. “I shouldn’t have barged in here like that… I’ll leave." She said, stumbling over her words as she made a small effort to walk around him and out the door. But his hand comes out, wrapping around her waist and pulling her back to the front of his body. Latifah 's breath rushed out of her lungs. "I’d rather you not," he whispered roughly into her ear. Latifah kept trying to think if she had heard his voice before, but the song "God is a woman" by Ariana Grande was playing too loud, the sound filtering in from the club, and her mind was foggy.

With an air of indifference, she scrolled and tapped away, while I waited. She played some music, probably thinking it would set the mood or something. It was some soft, sultry song. She put her phone on the table beside me. I glanced at the screen and saw the name of the song, "Streets" by some chick named Doja Cat. Whatever, as long as it keeps her entertained while I enjoy the show. She walked with confidence, each step deliberate and enticing. Her back was straight, shoulders squared, exuding an air of self-assurance. Running her hands sensually along her curves, she swept her dark, luscious hair to one side with effortless grace.