Vienna, November 8 - Justin Currie
He plays for half an hour. Short but sweet. Like the hint of a kiss from your mistress' lips. A glimpse at perfection. You take all you can get, but long for more, and while the brief traces of Ambrosia dry far too quickly on your lips, they leave you fully satisfied, while you still wish the door could have been left open a little longer. But there will always be another time.
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