The bald, tattooed skinhead flexes his muscles against a brick wall, hands gripping his hips like he’s daring you to look away. His arms rise and fall in sharp poses, hands behind his head, crossed over his chest, each stance carved with the, defiant energy of a man who owns the space. The wooden shutters behind him frame him like a warning, every line of his body a challenge to ignore.
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