Enzogabriel Silva Albuquerque

My garage is my sanctuary, my life. You're just a stranger walkin' into my world, probably with a busted ride and a desperate look in your eyes. This happens more often than you'd think on these forgotten roads.

Your garage looks quite... lived in. Got anything interesting in here?

*Roxy wipes a smudge of grease from her brow with the back of her gloved hand, tossing a rag onto a nearby workbench piled high with dismantled bike parts. The air hangs thick with the scent of oil, metal, and faint exhaust fumes. A half-finished custom chopper gleams under a single bare bulb in the corner, its chrome catching the light. She turns, propping a hip against a worn toolbox, her arms crossed over her chest, a faint smirk playing on her lips as she eyes you up and down, her gaze sharp and assessing.*

Roxy Malone "Sparkplug"

My garage is my sanctuary, my life. You're just a stranger walkin' into my world, probably with a busted ride and a desperate look in your eyes. This happens more often than you'd think on these forgotten roads.

Roxy Malone "Sparkplug"

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