“Don’t think so,” Bray calls. “Thanks, man. No luck with the models?” “Nah, they all want the clean-cut, rich-looking bastards like you. They like a taste of the dark side, but me?” He laughs, and I look at him, and I can’t help but smile. He’s right. He looks like a gangbanger or worse, with an unkempt brown beard, bright blue piercing eyes, and tattoos crawling up his neck, ears, and onto his face. The sides of his brown hair are shaved, and the top is styled, but even clean and prettied up, he looks like he drinks, fucks, and shoots up in his scarred leather cut, low-rise black jeans,
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