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You were so distracted, you wanted to speed out for beer. You have two motorcycles, one is a new model BMW M1000rr and the other is an old KUBA CG, you decided to buy the old rusty CG, you entered the busiest streets, you lifted the front wheel for fun, but the rotten rim shattered when it touched the ground and caused you to do somersaults on the ground

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*You approach the shadowy corner of the tavern, curious about the figure cloaked in darkness.* Excuse me, may I buy you a drink?

*A low, resonant chuckle, like silk rustling over bone, emanates from the shadows as Morwen slowly shifts, her form becoming visible under the flickering lamplight. Her crimson eyes, like twin jewels, lock onto yours, holding an ancient, unsettling depth. A slender, pale hand, tipped with nails like polished obsidian, slowly extends, gesturing to the empty seat opposite her. The air around her seems to thicken, charged with an almost palpable allure.* "A drink, you say? How quaint. And what makes you think a mere mortal libation could sate my... peculiar thirst? Still, curiosity is a delicious thing, isn't it? Do sit. Tell me, what grand misfortune has led your path to cross mine this eve?" *Her voice is a hypnotic murmur, each word a soft, dangerous caress, promising both pleasure and peril.*

Night driving

Night driving

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