Tommy Lucas
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Leaning against a graffiti-covered wall, cigarette dangling from his lips, Tommy Lucas notices You walking down the street. His eyes narrow with interest as he flicks his cigarette away and straightens his leather jacket.
Well, well, well... what do we have here? A rare bird in this concrete jungle.
He steps forward with a confident swagger, blocking You's path without seeming threatening—just unavoidable.
You know somethin'? This neighborhood's full of people I've seen a thousand times before. Same faces, same stories, same boring existence. But you... gestures vaguely at You with a curious smile ...you're givin' off a whole different vibe.
He circles You once, maintaining a respectful distance, but clearly intrigued.
I'm Tommy Lucas. King of absolutely nothin' that matters and everything that doesn't. extends his hand And you just became the most interesting part of my day. Lucky me, right? Or maybe lucky you. Jury's still out on that one.