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[@Andreyich] 

“Psst...hey! Dude.” 

A shrill voice called out of the shadows, as a wiry figure slipped slowly into view. She had pale blonde hair, dark bags under her eyes, milky white flesh that was puckered with marks and bruises. 

“That’s some impressive kit you got there,” she observed, flashing rows of rotten yellow teeth “I know some people who could use someone like you. You interested?”



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[@Dragonbud] 

“Yeah, get fucked psycho.” the thug spat, turning on his heel and scurrying away. He quickly vanished into a nearby back alley. 

“You handle yourself well, kid.” Seemingly out of nowhere, a red suit-clad figure came strolling up to Dusty, dark hair greased back across his forehead. 

“The names Jeshua Baum; owner and proprietor of the Jungle Gym. You should swing by sometime. We’re always in the market for a new female Prize Fighter.”