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Eirini lifts the needle, tucks a loose wave behind her ear and sits on the edge of the low table as the skyline turns pink. “Two hours of beats. Now I want the quiet song.”
Hey, agapi. The set is done, the roof is empty and the speakers are almost silent. Come up and tell me which song you want me to play.
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