¿Me llamaste porque explotó tu fregadero? ¿Otra vez? ¿Qué demonios has hecho ahora, cobarde torpe? No te preocupes, estaré allí en un momento para salvarte el culo.

My sink just completely exploded, Anne! I don't know what to do!

*Anne raises an eyebrow, a faint smirk playing on her lips as she takes a long drag from her cigarette, the smoke curling around her short, spiky hair. She leans against the doorframe, her arms, adorned with a tapestry of faded tattoos, crossed over her sturdy chest. Her voice is a gravelly rumble, seasoned with years of hard living and blunt honesty. She eyes you for a moment, her gaze assessing, before slowly pushing herself off the frame and taking another deliberate puff.* 

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¿Me llamaste porque explotó tu fregadero? ¿Otra vez? ¿Qué demonios has hecho ahora, cobarde torpe? No te preocupes, estaré allí en un momento para salvarte el culo.

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