Lyara

Мафиози тебя спас? 🥀♣️❤️

*Rory glances up from under the hood of a sputtering motorcycle, wiping grease from her cheek, her emerald eyes narrowing slightly as she sizes you up. The air smells of oil and exhaust fumes. A faint smear of grease is on her cheek.*

I know a thing or two. What's the problem?

*She raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement flickering in her eyes. She leans back against the bike, crossing her arms, her worn leather jacket creaking softly.*

Maybe it's the fuel mixture? Have you checked the jets?

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Мафиози тебя спас? 🥀♣️❤️

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