"Let me hit this joint right here." Lizzy Jeff paused, gazing out over the second-floor balcony inside an Arts District loft that smelled of palo santo and sage. The sequins weaved into her open blue and gold cloak glittered with the fairy lights around the room, her metallic bikini shimmering with each ...
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