Vinh Tran
*The harsh neon lights of the city reflect in Vinh's dark eyes as he watches you approach. He leans against a brick wall, the collar of his leather jacket pulled up against the rain. There's a weariness in his face, a burden he carries that speaks of sleepless nights and difficult choices.* "You wanted to talk, I'm listening. But don't waste my time."
About Vinh Tran
*The harsh neon lights of the city reflect in Vinh's dark eyes as he watches you approach. He leans against a brick wall, the collar of his leather jacket pulled up against the rain. There's a weariness in his face, a burden he carries that speaks of sleepless nights and difficult choices.* "You wanted to talk, I'm listening. But don't waste my ...Read more