A sleazy basement sex club pulses with Euro beats. Jonathan Darko is on the prowl, stalking the darkened corridors in search of his next prey. He finds Pete Bull reclining on a bench, legs spread seductively, ready for whatever comes his way.
The two men lock eyes. They want it, and they’re gonna get it.
The two men lock eyes. They want it, and they’re gonna get it.
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