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... ave given me their name as his guest. After giving them my name and telling them that I was here to see Adrian, one of the staffs quickly led me inside.

It wouldn’t be called a jazz bar without jazz music. The inside was much darker than I had imagined, and it was a little hard to see at first. The stage where the live jazz band was playing was quite large and very eye-catching with all the spotlights. I wasn’t a big fan of jazz music, but I didn’t particularly hate it either. I reminded ...

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