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fff,3D chibi cartoon style,, She rides a vintage motorcycle around the street corner, her leather jacket's hem sweeping the ground, sunglasses sliding to the tip of her nose but she doesn't bother to push them up. Her knuckles tap the gas **** in rhythm, humming an out-of-tune blues in her throat. When she encounters a beggar, she pulls out crumpled money from her cargo pants pocket and throws it over, her eyes colder than the wind, but before the person thanks her, she twists the throttle and disappears into the dust