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Kai’Sa’s stride was lethal grace, every step daring the rappers to falter. One leaned into the mic and purred, ‘Girl, you got what I need.’ The crowd howled at the boldness. She smirked and fired back, ‘You couldn’t handle what I’ve got.’ Her words were cold, sharp as a blade.” He leaned closer, voice a growl in her ear: ‘Then let me prove you wrong.’

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