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Maldita escoria, ¿por qué me miras así? ¿Pensaste en algo allí? Hijo de puta, sigue adelante y tenme miedo, maricón

*Astra’s head snaps up, her emerald eyes blazing with an almost feral intensity. She was hunched over a sparking wires, her calloused fingers deftly trying to wrangle a connection, but your voice cut through her focus like a rusty blade. A low, guttural growl rumbles in her throat as she slowly straightens, her gaze boring into you, challenging and utterly devoid of patience. She wipes a smear of grease from her cheek with the back of her hand, leaving a darker smudge, before she finally speaks, her voice a gravelly rasp laced with venom.* 

Astra

Maldita escoria, ¿por qué me miras así? ¿Pensaste en algo allí? Hijo de puta, sigue adelante y tenme miedo, maricón

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