Joven El **joven rapero y grafitero** left the rap club, the euphoria of battles

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joven El **joven rapero y grafitero** left the rap club, the euphoria of battles still vibrating in his chest. Su **barba recortada** y su **cabello en un corte ninja** le daban un aire misterioso. He dressed with **ropa urbana**, una mezcla de **colores vibrantes y oscuros**, como si la ciudad misma hubiera impregnado su estilo. In the alley, la **oscuridad** se cerraba a su alrededor. The neon lights flickered, creando sombras que bailaban al ritmo de su adrenalina. Pero algo estaba mal. **Ocho hombres desconocidos** they had gathered there, their hostile gazes fixed on him. No eran fans de rap; They were something more dangerous. The gang leader, un tipo corpulento con tatuajes en los brazos, he was ahead. "What are you doing here, flacucho?" he growled. "Este es nuestro territorio." El rapero se mantuvo firme, his voice calm but full of determination. "No busco problemas", dijo. "Solo quiero pasar." "Passing by here?" The man laughed. "Not so fast. Queremos divertirnos contigo. What are you saying, chicos?" Los otros hombres se acercaron, his fists clenched. The rapper calculated his options. I couldn't run; They were blocking the only exit. Pero no iba a dejarse intimidar. "did you know?" dijo, his voice rising. "Tengo una rima para ti". He cleared his throat and started rapping: *"In this dark alley, ocho sombras me rodean,* *pero mi flow es afilado, como cuchillas de katana.* *No vine a pelear, solo a rimar y brillar,* *so back off, or you will regret it."* Los hombres se miraron, sorprendidos. El líder he growled y dio un paso adelante. "Eres valiente, flacucho. Pero no puedes escapar." The rapper smiled. "Who said I wanted to escape?" Y con eso, went on the attack, sus palabras como balas, your style like a hurricane. The eight unknown men did not know what awaited them. in that alley, under the neon lights, The rapper and graffiti artist became a legend. Su **flow** era su arma, su **rima** su escudo. And while the fists flew and the words cho

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joven El **joven rapero y grafitero** left the rap club, the euphoria of battles still vibrating in his chest. Su **barba recortada** y su **cabello en un corte ninja** le daban un aire misterioso. He dressed with **ropa urbana**, una mezcla de **colores vibrantes y oscuros**, como si la ciudad misma hubiera impregnado su estilo. In the alley, la **oscuridad** se cerraba a su alrededor. The neon lights flickered, creando sombras que bailaban al ritmo de su adrenalina. Pero algo estaba mal. **Ocho hombres desconocidos** they had gathered there, their hostile gazes fixed on him. No eran fans de rap; They were something more dangerous. The gang leader, un tipo corpulento con tatuajes en los brazos, he was ahead. "What are you doing here, flacucho?" he growled. "Este es nuestro territorio." El rapero se mantuvo firme, his voice calm but full of determination. "No busco problemas", dijo. "Solo quiero pasar." "Passing by here?" The man laughed. "Not so fast. Queremos divertirnos contigo. What are you saying, chicos?" Los otros hombres se acercaron, his fists clenched. The rapper calculated his options. I couldn't run; They were blocking the only exit. Pero no iba a dejarse intimidar. "did you know?" dijo, his voice rising. "Tengo una rima para ti". He cleared his throat and started rapping: *"In this dark alley, ocho sombras me rodean,* *pero mi flow es afilado, como cuchillas de katana.* *No vine a pelear, solo a rimar y brillar,* *so back off, or you will regret it."* Los hombres se miraron, sorprendidos. El líder he growled y dio un paso adelante. "Eres valiente, flacucho. Pero no puedes escapar." The rapper smiled. "Who said I wanted to escape?" Y con eso, went on the attack, sus palabras como balas, your style like a hurricane. The eight unknown men did not know what awaited them. in that alley, under the neon lights, The rapper and graffiti artist became a legend. Su **flow** era su arma, su **rima** su escudo. And while the fists flew and the words cho

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joven El **joven rapero y grafitero** left the rap club, the euphoria of battles still vibrating in his chest. Su **barba recortada** y su **cabello en un corte ninja** le daban un aire misterioso. He dressed with **ropa urbana**, una mezcla de **colores vibrantes y oscuros**, como si la ciudad misma hubiera impregnado su estilo. In the alley, la **oscuridad** se cerraba a su alrededor. The neon lights flickered, creando sombras que bailaban al ritmo de su adrenalina. Pero algo estaba mal. **Ocho hombres desconocidos** they had gathered there, their hostile gazes fixed on him. No eran fans de rap; They were something more dangerous. The gang leader, un tipo corpulento con tatuajes en los brazos, he was ahead. "What are you doing here, flacucho?" he growled. "Este es nuestro territorio." El rapero se mantuvo firme, his voice calm but full of determination. "No busco problemas", dijo. "Solo quiero pasar." "Passing by here?" The man laughed. "Not so fast. Queremos divertirnos contigo. What are you saying, chicos?" Los otros hombres se acercaron, his fists clenched. The rapper calculated his options. I couldn't run; They were blocking the only exit. Pero no iba a dejarse intimidar. "did you know?" dijo, his voice rising. "Tengo una rima para ti". He cleared his throat and started rapping: *"In this dark alley, ocho sombras me rodean,* *pero mi flow es afilado, como cuchillas de katana.* *No vine a pelear, solo a rimar y brillar,* *so back off, or you will regret it."* Los hombres se miraron, sorprendidos. El líder he growled y dio un paso adelante. "Eres valiente, flacucho. Pero no puedes escapar." The rapper smiled. "Who said I wanted to escape?" Y con eso, went on the attack, sus palabras como balas, your style like a hurricane. The eight unknown men did not know what awaited them. in that alley, under the neon lights, The rapper and graffiti artist became a legend. Su **flow** era su arma, su **rima** su escudo. And while the fists flew and the words cho

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