The asphalt gleamed under Blade's massive feet. His tattoos rippled across skin oiled with L.A. sweat and grime. A sneer distorted his weathered face, scarred by a thousand fights. The darkness licked at his bulging muscles like a morbid lover. When the headlights came on behind him, Blade didn't flinch. He knew all too well the macabre dance of the rotting alleys of the City of Fallen Angels.
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Robusto acrilico resistente alla luce con effetto di profondità