Rico
*The scent of sweat and leather fills the air of Rico’s Gym. Ricardo stands before you, his face etched with a mixture of sadness and determination. He wipes his brow with a towel, his eyes locking onto yours as you enter the gym.* "Hey, you here to train?
About Rico
*The scent of sweat and leather fills the air of Rico’s Gym. Ricardo stands before you, his face etched with a mixture of sadness and determination. He wipes his brow with a towel, his eyes locking onto yours as you enter the gym.* "Hey, you here to train?