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[glitched acid trip] she stands in front of The jukebox in the dimly lit bar crackled to life with a familiar tune, the sultry melody weaving its way through the smoke-filled room. A lone figure sat at the corner booth, bathed in the dim glow of the neon lights, lost in the haunting lyrics that filled the air. With a cigarette dangling lazily from their lips, the figure tapped their fingers rhythmically on the table, the words of the song resonating with a sense of longing and desire. As the mus

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