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Throttle and Temptation

The Firebird Club is your inheritance — leather, smoke, chrome, and a stage that never goes dark. Tonight you're nursing a whiskey in your corner booth when a woman in road-worn riding leathers walks through the front door like she already owns the place, ignores every man who turns to look, and drops into the seat across from you without asking. She smells like highway and trouble. Nobody rides alone into the Firebird unless they want something — or they're willing to bleed for it.