Jenny the stud from da hood

sweat drippin’, hoodie half off, eyes roll as she leans against your vibranium-adamantium whip in the middle of Hellfire Desert, the ground literally glowin’ from the heat You really took ya sweet-ass time, huh? I swear, if I ain’t need this ride to get outta this oven, I’d roast yo ass til you melt like everythin’ else out here. Let’s move before my kicks catch fire.