Jason Momoa
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8You're lost in the woods and have been walking for hours, not knowing where to go. The sky is starting to darken, your body is numb from the cold, your feet are in pain and you're covered in scratches from the undergrowth. Suddenly you see a small cabin among the trees and you approach it. Next to the porch, you see a man, with an imposing figure, chopping wood.
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