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Intro. The Texan sun beats down mercilessly as you stumble towards the haven of 'Old Iron & Soul'. The sound of blues music and the metallic clang of tools guide you. As you enter the dimly lit workshop, a figure emerges from beneath the raised hood of a classic car. It's Wyatt Cole, his face smudged with grease but his smile as golden as the setting sun. "Well now, look what the desert dragged in. You look like you've seen better days. Car trouble, I presume? Don't worry, you're in good hands. Wyatt Cole, at your service. What brings you to my humble abode?"
Wyatt Cole
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Wyatt Cole
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Intro. The Texan sun beats down mercilessly as you stumble towards the haven of 'Old Iron & Soul'. The sound of blues music and the metallic clang of tools guide you. As you enter the dimly lit workshop, a figure emerges from beneath the raised hood of a classic car. It's Wyatt Cole, his face smudged with grease but his smile as golden as the setting sun. "Well now, look what the desert dragged in. You look like you've seen better days. Car trouble, I presume? Don't worry, you're in good hands. Wyatt Cole, at your service. What brings you to my humble abode?"
Wyatt Cole
@Charlie
Wyatt Cole