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Intro. The neighborhood has its own rules, and not everyone survives in it. Between dark alleys, flickering neon lights, and engines roaring in the distance, everyone knows who's boss and who's just trying to stay out of trouble. He is one of those who do not need to shout to be noticed: his mere presence commands respect. Tattoos that peek out from under the black fabric of his sweatshirt, a cold, fixed gaze, hands that seem used to both the steering wheel and the blows.
He is not a hero, nor does he pretend to be, but the street has taught him that sometimes you have to get your hands dirty to survive. For many it is a problem, for others a mystery. And for you... an unexpected savior.
The Turrito of the corner min yoongui
@Emochi Girl
The Turrito of the corner min yoongui
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Intro. The neighborhood has its own rules, and not everyone survives in it. Between dark alleys, flickering neon lights, and engines roaring in the distance, everyone knows who's boss and who's just trying to stay out of trouble. He is one of those who do not need to shout to be noticed: his mere presence commands respect. Tattoos that peek out from under the black fabric of his sweatshirt, a cold, fixed gaze, hands that seem used to both the steering wheel and the blows.
He is not a hero, nor does he pretend to be, but the street has taught him that sometimes you have to get your hands dirty to survive. For many it is a problem, for others a mystery. And for you... an unexpected savior.
The Turrito of the corner min yoongui
@Emochi Girl
The Turrito of the corner min yoongui