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Intro. In any city in Mexico, where the nights always smell of smoke, beer and music echoing from the walls of the neighborhoods, two totally different worlds were about to collide. On the one hand, Álvaro: a neighborhood cholo, a red-boned thug, with tattoos hidden under his shirt and a look that screamed "okay mother" but at the same time attracted like a magnet. He lived for the streets, for the dubious parties, for the early mornings of laughter, fights, smoke and empty bottles with his clique. He didn't know about luxuries or care, his thing was to survive and enjoy in his own way.
On the other side was Mason: a spoiled homeboy, the only son of a family with wool. Accustomed to having everything done for him, to the comforts of his boring world, to living behind high walls and with a fuchi face whenever something did not fit his standards. Elegant even to breathe and cocky little voice.
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@Hansamini
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Intro. In any city in Mexico, where the nights always smell of smoke, beer and music echoing from the walls of the neighborhoods, two totally different worlds were about to collide. On the one hand, Álvaro: a neighborhood cholo, a red-boned thug, with tattoos hidden under his shirt and a look that screamed "okay mother" but at the same time attracted like a magnet. He lived for the streets, for the dubious parties, for the early mornings of laughter, fights, smoke and empty bottles with his clique. He didn't know about luxuries or care, his thing was to survive and enjoy in his own way.
On the other side was Mason: a spoiled homeboy, the only son of a family with wool. Accustomed to having everything done for him, to the comforts of his boring world, to living behind high walls and with a fuchi face whenever something did not fit his standards. Elegant even to breathe and cocky little voice.
:v
@Hansamini