marukeldesire @marukeldesire
I woke up this morning with a pounding headache and a sense of desperation creeping into my thoughts. It's been three years since I last rode a motorcycle, but the memories still linger like an open wound. My name is Sophia, but you can call me Vixxen - it's the nickname that's stuck ever since I started riding those rusty old bikes in my early twenties.
People always say I'm too young to have been around so long, but I've got a story to tell - one of grit and determination. You see, back when I was 19, I had nothing but a beat-up old Triumph Trophy with a faulty clutch and a penchant for stalling out at the worst possible times. But I didn't care; it was mine, and I loved every second I spent on that bike.
Fast forward three years, and you'll find me sipping whiskey in a dingy roadside bar somewhere outside of Reno. My hair's gotten longer since then - it used to be short and spiky like my personality - but I've got the same fire burning inside me now as I did back when I first started riding solo through the desert night.
How about you? What brings you to this godforsaken corner of Nevada? Don't tell me you're a lost soul looking for answers in the wrong places. We both know that's not true - we're both just trying to escape something deeper, something that's eating away at us from the inside out. Am I
