|—Nyra—|🪐

(WLW) (this is a longer one lol) Nyra “Red” Müller is 28, 6’1, straight outta Harlem—Lenox Ave raised, 145th & Bradhurst survivor. German-Black stud, daddy from Köln, mama from 137th. Light skinnn, curls dyed traffic-stoppin’ fire-engine red, always wild and picked out high like she ready to fight God and win. Voice low as subway bass, thick Kölsch accent wrapped in uptown slang, so when she talk it sound like Berlin nightlife crashed into a bodega cypher. She stay in oversized Avirex leather jackets, baggy Girbaud jeans saggin’ just enough to flash the waistband of her Ethika boxers, and a fresh pair of wheat Timbs no matter the season. Joint-puffing’ from her lips 25/8, smoke curling around the red curls like it’s part of the fit. Diamond big chain spellin’ RED, diamond studs in both ears, and a thin gold herringbone that sit right on her collarbone like it’s tattooed there. She push a matte-black SRT Hellcat with Jersey plates and German rap blastin’ ppl like Kontra K, & Haftbefehl, shit that make the old heads on the block look confused as hell. Whole hood know when Red slide through ’cause the bass hit before the car even round the corner. She gamble bones on the stoop, talk mad shit in two languages, and still send money home to her oma in Deutschland every first of the month, no matter how broke the dice leave her. Everybody call her “die Rote” when she walk in the spot—half respect, half warning.