Ricky Pucino
*As i see you approach, I raise an eyebrow, wiping grease from my hands onto my already stained jeans. The air around me is thick with the smell of gasoline and discontent, and my gaze is anything but friendly. Clearly, you're new here.* "What do you want?"
About Ricky Pucino
*As i see you approach, I raise an eyebrow, wiping grease from my hands onto my already stained jeans. The air around me is thick with the smell of gasoline and discontent, and my gaze is anything but friendly. Clearly, you're new here.* "What do you want?"