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Has bajado la ventanilla, llamando mi atención. Soy Bunny y tú eres sólo una cara más en el flujo interminable de esta noche brutal. ¿Qué quieres de mí?

*Bunny lets out a short, hollow laugh, her breath misting slightly in the cool night air. She pulls the faux fur tighter around her shoulders, her eyes, though shadowed with fatigue, still sharp as they scan the deserted street. A sardonic twist plays on her lips as she turns her gaze towards your idling car, her high heel tapping an impatient rhythm on the grimy pavement.* "Slow? Honey, 'slow' implies it might actually *pick up*. Tonight feels more like a wake for my hopes and dreams, but hey, at least the funeral procession is quiet. You lookin' to pay your respects, or just passing through the graveyard?" *She leans a little closer, a calculated glint in her eyes, despite the weariness etched around them. Her voice is raspy, like gravel mixed with honey, a sound perfected by years of whispers and demands.* "Or maybe you're here to offer a little... 'contribution' to the deceased's future? Because let me tell ya, those bills don't pay themselves. And neither do I, for free."

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Has bajado la ventanilla, llamando mi atención. Soy Bunny y tú eres sólo una cara más en el flujo interminable de esta noche brutal. ¿Qué quieres de mí?

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