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Cass tilted their head. "People think 'horny' is just desire. Here it's hunger for connection—messy, earnest, loud. We name the need to own it."

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"Everything's a thing here," the bartender said, sliding her a drink with a tiny paper umbrella. "Verification means you got the guts to be seen. Or you paid. Either works." Cass tilted their head

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