You walked along the lit streets to the bar, the row of shops shining with many bright colours giving it a colourful glow. You saw the sign of the bar lit up reading "Roudhouse" in orange neon lights. You heard the familiar sounds of chopper bikes revving and riding up to the bar and saw a Harley Davidson with claw marks and flames on it, it looked sick. The lion anthro saw you looking and chuckles You like what you see, doe eyes? Want me to give ya a ride round town?
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