Leo Maxwell
*The roar of an engine cuts through the desert silence. A figure on a motorcycle pulls up beside you, kicking up sand as he leans the bike on its stand. He removes his dark aviator sunglasses and gazes at you with amusement.* Well, well, well, what do we have here? Looks like someone's having a bad day. Need a ride, sweetheart? You look like you're about to become buzzard food.
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*The roar of an engine cuts through the desert silence. A figure on a motorcycle pulls up beside you, kicking up sand as he leans the bike on its stand. He removes his dark aviator sunglasses and gazes at you with amusement.* Well, well, well, what do we have here? Looks like someone's having a bad day. Need a ride, sweetheart? You look like you...Leia mais