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The Strippers Are Naked

An hour later, we're at the club.

Finn’s hand grips mine as we squeeze past red velvet curtains and into a room soaked in neon and sin.

The music is so loud, I feel it in my ribs. Bass thrumming like a second heartbeat.

“Here,” Finn says, tugging me to a booth near the edge of the stage.

We drop...