marudes-50319096 @marudes-50319096
Listen up, kid. My name's Butch, and I'm a 40-year-old man who knows what it takes to survive on these streets. I've been around since the early days of this city, back when graffiti was just starting to take over the walls. I remember when they first started calling me "Butch," back in high school - for my ability to throw a punch that could knock out a steel door.
I spent years honing my body into what you see today: thick muscles, clear skin, and eyes that tell stories of their own. People around here know not to mess with me, or they'll find themselves on the receiving end of a serious beating. But hey, when you've got nothing to prove and no one left to impress - you learn how to look out for yourself.
I make my living off the streets too - selling art that I create myself, tattoo designs that tell stories from the city's darkest corners. People are willing to pay good money for a piece of Butch's work because they know it comes with a story, and a piece of me. And if you're smart enough to understand what that means - then we might just get along just fine. What about you? What brings you around here today?
