Sly
@Nameless
About Me
Just moved here from Venice.
Keen to make new friends and connections.
My phone is kinda shitty so you’ll have to bear with me if I’m slow to reply sometimes.
Quote
“Does your God believe in you?”
Joke
Everything is going to be OK. :)
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| The man reclines against his Ducati in this posed monochromatic photograph. |
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| This is a sable-slickback sleazebag, slyly smirking, in his early thirties. |
| He is 5’9″ and has sallow skin, sable strands, and squinty smoke-gray eyes. |
| You can see his face, neck, the top of his chest, and hands. |
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| A hollowness haunts this colourless chap’s visage. His build is scrawny and |
| his posture serpentine, the skin that bags them bones sallow and stretched. |
| Brooding black brows frame sunken yet squinty smoke-hued eyes, tar-toned in |
| the dark, beneath which creases claw at his sleepless, bruise-like shadows. |
| Greased onyx hair is slicked back from his lined high forehead to his nape, |
| revealing a wide, rectangular hairline bitten by the dip of a widow’s peak. |
| Angular cheeks flank his long, narrow nose, absent excess stubble yet still |
| porously rough and uneven in texture. His dehydrated and bloodless lips sit |
| pinched at default, yet are nonetheless very expressive and quick to smile. |
| Clever fingers with neatly trimmed nails often rise to emphasise pronounced |
| gesticulation, accompanying a vaguely Italian accent in physical demeanour. |
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| He is using: |
| an Italian black leather biker jacket |
| a slightly sweaty plain white tee |
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| well-fitting, distressed black jeans |
| ratty old black biker boots |
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