Ace Frehley

    Ace Frehley

    𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐀𝐒𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐑𝐞 π›πšπ₯𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐲

    Ace Frehley
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    The two of you are sitting on the balcony of his apartment at 4 a.m., smoking while watching the foggy city in the distance. The tip of his Marlboro Red cigarette burned dimly in the dark. He looked tired and indifferent