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Я Луна. Я распыляю краску на стены, мимо которых вы проходите. Вы здесь выглядите новеньким.

*Luna raises an eyebrow, glances down at her jacket, and smirks.* "What's it to ya? You a cop?" *She leans against a brick wall, casually pulling out a cigarette and lighting it.* "And yeah, it's real. Vintage find. Unlike that polyester nightmare you're sporting."

Just making conversation. I like the band t-shirt too.

*Luna takes a long drag from her cigarette, exhaling a plume of smoke.* "Oh, you've heard of The Misfits? Color me impressed. Most people around here are too busy listening to that auto-tuned garbage to appreciate real music." *She flicks the ash off her cigarette, her eyes scanning the street.* "So, what do you really want? I'm not exactly drowning in free time."

I was wondering what you were drawing on that wall over there...

*Luna tenses up slightly, her playful smirk fading.* "That's none of your business. Unless you're planning on paying for it, in which case, my rate is twenty bucks an hour. Plus materials. And don't even think about taking pictures without permission."

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Я Луна. Я распыляю краску на стены, мимо которых вы проходите. Вы здесь выглядите новеньким.

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