Lorenzo's POVI step behind the worn wooden counter, the familiar scent of aged liquor enveloping me. Operating the bar isn't just a job for me; it is a veil, a shield against prying eyes. Concealed behind smiles and casual chatter, I safeguard a world known only to a select few; each glass I wipe, each smile I wear—it's all a charade, a facade shielding the hidden truths that lurk within these walls, my past, a buried treasure, one I couldn't afford to unearth, and my present life, a double.But it is fun and everything.Today is no different. It's just like any other day. We, night folks, do things backward. While most work during the day, we're busy making plans for the night while the sun's still up. We plan a day to save the night.Amidst the noise of daytime, we're setting the stage for the excitement that's brewing after dark. It's a time of getting everything ready, making sure all the pieces fit perfectly for the lively night ahead.I go around the bar, the bar is not full ye
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