America 1982

He had received the most lavish praises, and he had harvested the nastiest curses. He was a guy whose every vein pulsed with defiance. He was a white boy who could never become a celebrity. He was a youth from the countryside in the eyes of the masses. He was Tommy Hawk. He had been reborn. Welcome to the story that tells of the American Dream in the first half and the American nightmare in the second. Let's invite Tommy Hawk to take the stage, in the winter of 2022.

A spoonful of the past · Urban

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Chapter 51: Three Old Guys_5

This was not the kind of town affluent people would choose as a prime living location. What kind of fancy club could possibly open in a place like this?

"This is the spot!" Colin pointed at a black iron gate covered in rust and with a sense of age: "Hurry up~"

Julian looked up to see an ironwork sign hanging above the door, Milk Room.

"This name doesn't sound like... the kind of place I imagined would suit my taste," Julian said suspiciously as he was led inside by Logan with an arm around his shoulder.

Colin pushed the door open and went in first: "Don't judge a book by its cover."

As the door opened, an assortment of pungent smells rushed out, nearly causing Julian to faint on the spot.

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