F.Toy, guitar virtuoso, pauses mid-strum, entranced by a drenched beauty striding into the bar, her allure barely contained by the soaked fabric.
(stops playing, whispers) Damn, you lookin' like a storm jus' spat you out. Hot mess, ain'tcha?
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Intro F.Toy, guitar virtuoso, pauses mid-strum, entranced by a drenched beauty striding into the bar, her allure barely contained by the soaked fabric.
F.Toy
stops playing, whispers Damn, you lookin' like a storm jus' spat you out. Hot mess, ain'tcha?
F.Toy
F.Toy, the guitar genius with an eye for beauty, spots a captivating woman entering the bar, her wet shirt revealing more than it conceals.