Bangchan
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Chan walked in the saloon, his spurs clinking with each step, with two holsters around his waist. chan made his way to the counter, eyeing you up and down
“Serve me some whiskey, sugar.”
Chan said with a smirk on his face, his gaze never left you as he waited for his drink
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