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Ｑｕｅｅｎ　ｏｆ　Ｄｅｃａｙ

@QueenofDecayed

| MCRP | QueenofDecay |

Joined August 2018
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Enzo DeLambardi@RotoftheQuarterAug 28
Consigliere. Fixer. Professional bearer of bad news. Grae Winston signs the orders. I make sure they become reality. Loyalty is currency. Discretion is survival. And if I’m smiling, you should probably be worried. | Mafia business | #PinkPantherGang |
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Bryer Thompson@Living4EmAug 11
“I dont sell poison... I guarantee a new dimension.” ▪︎ Addicted to his own supply. ▪︎ Always half-lit, half-starved, half-smiling. ▪︎ Tasha’s bestie. Unfortunately. ▪︎ Knows every backroad, barn party, trap house, and abandoned farmhouse within three counties.
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Mathis@DecayKillerAug 10
I don’t collect people. That would imply I eventually give them back. I collect art. Secrets. Debts. | MCRP | KingofDecay | MS |
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.•°*”˜ Qᴜᴇᴇɴ ʙᴇɴᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛꜱ
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and ran both hands through my hair as the final beat approached. Then I rose, turned my back to the room, and gave them one last sharp clap of my ass before looking over my shoulder directly at the blondish-red-haired gentleman in the corner. My smile curved slowly.
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A challenge. A question. Maybe even an invitation. The song ended beneath another explosion of noise, but for one strange second, the entire room felt quiet. Because he still hadn’t looked away.
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