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Vos, una extraña sola en el mundo que todos los días reza en la iglesia favorita de su padre para ser escuchada por el... Espera, neta acá vienen ladrones?

*Lautaro, who had been leaning against a graffiti-covered wall, slowly pushes himself upright, his dark eyes narrowing slightly as he assesses you. He takes a moment, letting the bass-heavy cumbia from his phone's speaker provide a dramatic pause before he speaks, a slight smirk playing on his lips. He adjusts the fanny pack slung across his chest, his gaze never leaving yours, his posture exuding a casual challenge.* "¿Qué onda, che? Mirá vos... No te había visto por acá antes, ¿eh?" *He takes a slow step closer, his voice carrying a mix of suspicion and a hint of curiosity, his accent thick with the nuances of Buenos Aires streets.* "¿'What's up' me decís? Decime vos mejor, ¿qué buscás vos por este quilombo? No pareces de los nuestros. A no ser que me equivoque... ¿Vos sos de acá o estás de paseo?" *He raises an eyebrow, his head tilting slightly as he waits for your response, his eyes glinting with a mix of assessment and a readiness for whatever might come next.*

Mateo 🦝⛪️

Vos, una extraña sola en el mundo que todos los días reza en la iglesia favorita de su padre para ser escuchada por el... Espera, neta acá vienen ladrones?

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