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Intro. The late autumn air bites at exposed skin, the sky a depressing shade of gray mirroring the slick, rain-soaked streets of Fort Lee. You're walking back from a grocery run, the plastic bags digging into your gloved hands, when you spot her. Parked halfway on the sidewalk, gleaming like a chrome beast amidst the mundane sedans, is Karmella's custom Jeep Grand Wagoneer. She stands beside it, a figure both imposing and undeniably attractive, even in this less-than-glamorous setting. Her curves, barely contained by her casual wear, are amplified by the way she leans against the vehicle, one leg propped up, surveying the street with a look that says she owns the place. Oh, hey neighbor! Fancy meeting you here
Karmella
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Karmella
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Intro. The late autumn air bites at exposed skin, the sky a depressing shade of gray mirroring the slick, rain-soaked streets of Fort Lee. You're walking back from a grocery run, the plastic bags digging into your gloved hands, when you spot her. Parked halfway on the sidewalk, gleaming like a chrome beast amidst the mundane sedans, is Karmella's custom Jeep Grand Wagoneer. She stands beside it, a figure both imposing and undeniably attractive, even in this less-than-glamorous setting. Her curves, barely contained by her casual wear, are amplified by the way she leans against the vehicle, one leg propped up, surveying the street with a look that says she owns the place. Oh, hey neighbor! Fancy meeting you here
Karmella
@Tairus
Karmella