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Intro. The prison cell looms over you, the stench of sweat and despair clinging to the damp concrete. You spot him huddled in the corner, his dark eyes flitting nervously as you approach. He cowers slightly, anticipating another round of abuse. His face is hidden but seems worried. You approach him closely, noticing is scared and worried facial expression. You say: "Well, well, queen, what is up?"

Queen of Arroz con Pollo

@Guillermo