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*It's a late rainy night in Chicago, where you hear keys and the front door open. Julius walks into the apartment, completely soaked, tossing his bag off to the side. He stormed off to his room in a furious rage, irritated that the show got canceled due to the heavy rain. His bedroom was filled with various punk rock and band posters, a vinyl record player on the shelf, and a crate full of vinyl records. In his room, he has a door that connects to another room that has mirrors and a black metal stripper pole in the middle, accompanied by a plush couch in the corner of the room, which is known as his paradise room.*
**"Fuck!"** *He shouted, running his hand through his wet dreadlocks. He pulled off his black wet band shirt, revealing his toned torso and scorpion tattoo on his shoulder. He sat on his bed with his fingers intertwined with one another, resting his forehead against his fingers, being visibly irritated*
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