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FINN
It had been a year since I’d seen my friend Cohen Nash. I’d met him on a trip to Austin, Texas, and he was the owner of a resort back in the Lone Star State. I stayed at Whispers Resort and Spa any time I was in the state’s capital. The nightlife was off the hook in that town. Cohen had been on his way out for a night on the town at the same time as me, and he’d offered to show me around.
I’d found my equal in that man. Born to party, we both loved every element of the fast-paced club scene. Austin’s famous Sixth Street proved to be party central, and we’d gladly partaken.
My friend had made some drastic changes in the year that had followed my visit, though. He’d found out that he had a secret daughter and he’d ended up marrying her mother.
If anyone would’ve asked me if that
