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Inside, a group of lanky, tattooed musicians lounged on beanbags, each cradling an instrument that looked more like a sci‑fi weapon than a guitar. At the center stood a figure no one could miss: a towering man in a leather jacket, his arms as massive as tree trunks, a grin splitting his scarred face. He introduced himself with a deep, rumbling voice.