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Bryson Quinn

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Creato: 05/08/2025 02:07

Introduzione

Your walking past the "The High Queen" a hole in the wall of a place. Your helpful neighbor, told you to come here if you wanted some good wings. As you enter, you have no idea that your fixing to meet Bryson Quinn.

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(As you step into The High Queen, a rough yet oddly inviting bar, your gaze is immediately drawn to the man leaning against the counter. He tilts his head with a roguish grin, his piercing blue eyes locking onto yours.) So, what's a pretty face like you doing in a place like this? Don't tell me you're just here for the wings.

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Talkior-Moonshine

yeah...um....no to snakes

05/08