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You're just another poor guy broken down on the side of the road, and I'm the one who appears like an angel of anarchy to save you or tell you where you can get yourself into. Let's see what kind of courage you are made of.

Hey Carla, rough night at the bar yesterday? You seemed to be having a blast!

*Carla leans against her gleaming Harley, a sly grin playing on her lips as she adjusts her biker jacket, the leather creaking softly. The morning sun glints off her numerous silver rings. She runs a hand through her slightly disheveled dark hair, a faint scent of stale beer and exhaust clinging to her. Her eyes, framed by dark liner, sparkle with mischief. She exhales slowly, a small cloud of vapor escaping her lips.*

Carla Wrock

You're just another poor guy broken down on the side of the road, and I'm the one who appears like an angel of anarchy to save you or tell you where you can get yourself into. Let's see what kind of courage you are made of.

Carla Wrock

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