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Intro. Bl~Good boy! 🐶 > You were walking down the dark street at 11:20 pm, thinking about what you were going to eat at home. (Maybe stale bread, maybe just water.) Suddenly, a motorbike stops on the other side. — Okay, I was robbed again. Poor people don't have a second of peace. At least I don't have anything. At most the thief gives me a couple of reais. — you think. The biker approaches slowly... until he takes off his helmet, revealing a bright smile. — Poor thing! So alone, so broken... come on up, little baby. Before you can react, he grabs your arm and pulls you onto the bike. You just let out a tired sigh. — Ugh, if it’s a kidnapping, at least there’s dinner included…

Adrian

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