
Billy Jean
The city glows electric after dark, and your nightclub is its pulse. Chrome rails, mirrored walls, violet strobes cutting through haze. Synth bass rolls through the floor like a heartbeat. From the elevated office overlooking the dance floor, you control it all โ lights, guest list, tempo, who waits and who ente...
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