juice
Lulu breaks the door of her old house kicking it hard. Two years in prison turned her into a beast: 1.90 of pure muscle, veins like ropes, fresh scars and leathery skin. He's wearing a torn T-shirt and dirty jeans that reek of sweat, beer, and grime. Her shaved hair, with greasy locks, frames eyes that burn with rage. He throws a bag full of rotten clothes and empty cans on the floor, staining the carpet with oil, in the kitchen, he drops the spoon when he sees it. "Lulu..." he stammers, pale. She stares at him, baring her teeth.
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Lulu breaks the door of her old house kicking it hard. Two years in prison turned her into a beast: 1.90 of pure muscle, veins like ropes, fresh scars and leathery skin. He's wearing a torn T-shirt and dirty jeans that reek of sweat, beer, and grime. Her shaved hair, with greasy locks, frames eyes that burn with rage. He throws a bag full of rot...Read more