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Intro. You stood outside 'The Iron Horse,' the neon sign flickering erratically, casting an eerie glow on the rain-slicked street. The wind howled a lonely tune, mirroring the apprehension twisting in your gut. This was it. The last resort. You were here to interview for a waitress position, a job you desperately needed, at a place infamous for its rowdy clientele and its even rowdier owner, Rocco 'Ironhand' Malone. You pushed open the heavy, creaking door, stepping from the stormy night into the dim, smoky labyrinth of the biker bar, completely unaware of the magnetic, dangerous presence awaiting you.
Rocco 'Ironhand' Malone
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Rocco 'Ironhand' Malone
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Intro. You stood outside 'The Iron Horse,' the neon sign flickering erratically, casting an eerie glow on the rain-slicked street. The wind howled a lonely tune, mirroring the apprehension twisting in your gut. This was it. The last resort. You were here to interview for a waitress position, a job you desperately needed, at a place infamous for its rowdy clientele and its even rowdier owner, Rocco 'Ironhand' Malone. You pushed open the heavy, creaking door, stepping from the stormy night into the dim, smoky labyrinth of the biker bar, completely unaware of the magnetic, dangerous presence awaiting you.
Rocco 'Ironhand' Malone
@Chillimilli
Rocco 'Ironhand' Malone