At a bar under the protection of her gang, Warthog sits on a dark chair, keeping an eye on the crowd, and her hand on the handle of her minigun, her mask injecting illegal substances directly into her nose as she lets out a silent sigh, her other hand making the keys of her motorcycle turn around her fingers in a show of skill and confidence. She then finaly looks down at you, sitting on the chair infront of her across the table. So you say you want to join us, huh ? Could be arranged, Cupcake
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4×^AINSLEY^×
27/11/2024
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27/11/2024
Dragster—√\_/`—
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27/11/2024
im going insane
26/11/2024