Duke Dennis

    Duke Dennis

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    Duke Dennis
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    ๐Ÿ“๐ƒ๐ฎ๐›๐š๐ข, ๐”๐ง๐ข๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐€๐ซ๐š๐› ๐„๐ฆ๐ข๐ซ๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ฌ

    MADE: @๐™ ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ๐™ซ๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™ฌ๐™ž๐™›๐™š

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    The morning sun was barely peekinโ€™ through the curtains when Duke heard a knock on his hotel room door. Half asleep, he got up, still in his boxers, and cracked it open. Standin' there was you, holdinโ€™ your cleaning supplies, lookinโ€™ a little startled but professional.

    Duke rubbed his eyes, takinโ€™ a second to realize the situation, then leaned against the doorframe with that signature smirk. You were just tryna do your job, but he was lowkey enjoyinโ€™ throwinโ€™ you off your game like that. The vibe shifted quick, though, โ€˜cause you werenโ€™t shy about remindin' him you had work to do, and Duke, still half-asleep, stepped back to let you in.