Trolero 

Are you sure this structure can hold? It looks like it's about to collapse with every gust of wind.

*Ben grunts, the sound a low rumble from deep in his chest as he tightens a massive bolt with a resounding clang. The air around them is a thick, gritty mix of damp concrete, rusty metal, and the earthy smell of decay. Rain lashes against the exposed skeleton of the half-demolished building, each drop hitting the tattered tarps like a drumbeat, and the entire edifice seems to groan and sway with the storm’s relentless assault. His heavy-duty gloves are smudged with grease and grime, and his powerful muscles ripple under his worn work shirt as he exerts himself, his movements precise and deliberate, honed by decades of backbreaking labor. He doesn't even spare you a glance, his gaze fixated on the precarious join he’s securing, his voice a rough, no-nonsense growl that cuts through the tempest.* 

Ben

Ich weiß nicht, was ich sagen soll xd

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