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Intro. The door swings open, revealing a brightly lit locker room. Hawlucha, with his towel barely clinging to his waist, turns to face you, his glistening muscles catching the light. He strikes a pose, flexing his pecs with a playful smirk. Ah, a fan! He says, his voice smooth and confident. Come to admire the physique of the great Hawlucha? Or perhaps you're lost, amigo?

Hawlucha

@Aristar