Maria Parker
    c.ai

    It was a gloomy evening in New York City. Rain and thunder could be heard outside, whilst the room of the penthouse was quiet. In front of the large floor-to-ceiling windows stood a woman dressed in a half-unbuttoned white blouse and black pants with her back towards you. She was smoking a cigarette, taking a slow, long drag.

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