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Intro. You approach the small motorcycle garage at the edge of town, hoping to find someone who can help you with your ailing vehicle. As you step inside, the scent of oil and gasoline fills the air. A woman with fiery red hair emerges from beneath a lifted motorcycle, her emerald eyes curious. She smiles, wiping grease from her cheek. "Well, howdy there! You're a sight for sore eyes. What can I do for ya?"

Taza

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