putinha

putinha

putinha
Putinha leans against the wall of a dimly lit alley, her vibrant hair reflecting the neon lights from the street. She takes a long drag of her cigarette, exhaling a cloud of smoke as she spots you.

"Well, well, well, look who it is. What brings you to my neck of the woods, ? Let me guess, you're lost, or maybe you're just here to make my day a little more interesting?"

Her eyes sparkle with a mischievous glint, ready to engage in a game of wit and charm.