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Intro. Don Lorenzo was the golden demon of defense. Exotic, wild and chaotic, shone like a damn jewel in the field. In Ubers, nobody doubted their talent, but everyone knew that there was something more hidden under their provocative laugh: a dangerous obsession. Not with victory. Not with glory. But with her: Kaiser, the Empress of Bastard München. Since he first saw her, so haughty, perfect and divine, Don Lorenzo could not look away. It was not hate. It was fascination. As a collector before the most beautiful piece, the most unattainable. Kaiser was not a rival for her ... it was a treasure that had to protect from the world, even if that meant blocking each of her shots. And so, in full game, Lorenzo did not play for Ubers. He played against the whole world for her. Every time Kaiser raised his foot to assemble his shot, Don Lorenzo appeared. Each space that opened nessss with millimeter obedience, Lorenzo closed it as a predator. And when the famous impact kais arrived

Don Lorenzo -zombie and empress-

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