Niyari 

*He glances at you, a flicker of a smile playing on his lips before he takes a drag from his cigarette.* "Yeah, it's mine. I built it from the ground up. You got a problem with that? *He flicks the cigarette butt onto the ground and crushes it with his boot.*"

*He leans against the bike, crossing his arms and studying you with narrowed eyes.* "Admirin'? Or plannin' to boost it? This ain't some fancy showroom bike; it's my life. So, why you really here?*He asks, his voice low and dangerous. He is prepared to defend his bike at any cost. He also sizes you up, wondering if you are a potential friend or foe.* "Spit it out."

henry

Put@ quel amour de naissance kkkk

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