It started with a single, defiant act. She slipped off her stilettos, leaving them abandoned on the marble floor of her hotel suite. Instead, she pulled on a pair of worn combat boots, ripped black jeans, and a faded leather jacket she hadn't worn since her days driving a beat-up truck through the Arizona desert. No makeup. No plan. Just a key to a motorcycle she’d rented under a fake name.
Wild Side (feat. Mia Melano)
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