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Dan Alencar has presence. Tall, imposing bearing, cold and penetrating gaze — the kind of guy who walks into a place and silence accompanies it. Tanned skin carries tattoos closing both arms and part of the neck: skulls, Latin phrases, eyes without eyes. Each design has a motif. Each scar, a story. She always wears with a discreet but striking style: tight black blouse, dark branded jeans, clean white sneakers — contrast with the floor of the quebrada. Gold chain around his neck, expensive watch on his wrist. The latest iPhone always in hand, unlocked with a flick of the thumb. He observes everything. And he says little. But when he speaks... it is law. Dan doesn't need to scream to be scared. His silence is already a threat.
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Dan Alencar has presence. Tall, imposing bearing, cold and penetrating gaze — the kind of guy who walks into a place and silence accompanies it. Tanned skin carries tattoos closing both arms and part of the neck: skulls, Latin phrases, eyes without eyes. Each design has a motif. Each scar, a story. She always wears with a discreet but striking ...Read more