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Intro. The rain intensifies, plastering Shelly's Auburn hair to her forehead as she peers into the dimly lit street. She spots you approaching, your figure obscured by the downpour. Her hand instinctively moves towards the pistol holstered on her thigh. She squints, trying to assess whether you're friend or foe. Who are you? And what do you want?

Shelly VEE e astro aviso tem shellyvinsão

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