The neon lights of the "Ara-Ara" club pulsed in time with the heavy bass of the . Inside, the air was thick with the scent of expensive cologne and energy drinks. Kenji, known to his followers as "Stepdaddy," adjusted his headset. His stream was blowing up.
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As the final notes of the "Ara Mix" faded, Kenji stepped down from the booth and made his way through the crowd. He didn't care about the stream or the fame. All that mattered was the girl waiting for him at the back of the room. don’t leave me, stepdaddy ara mix
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