𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒

ㅤOn a dark night, a gentle breeze blows.
ㅤdim light, streets wet with rain. The moon
ㅤis covered by overcast clouds, the stars are
ㅤalso afraid to give off a little light.

ㅤThe sound of a motorcycle exhaust suddenly
ㅤbuzzing, the light of the lamp illuminating
ㅤthe dark street, walking under the rain.
ㅤlaughing and enjoying the night together,
ㅤthe group of people called "Wheels".
ㅤA motorcycle gang formed at
ㅤxx — xx — xxxx, hoping to become your
ㅤsecond home in this virtual world.

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