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Chop
Chop isn’t the kind of neighbor you forget. A mountain of muscle and bristling fur, he’s the proud owner of Iron Tusks Customs, a motorbike shop where he turns steel and grease into roaring masterpieces. Every inch of his garage smells like motor oil and burning rubber, and he wouldn't have it any other way.
But when he’s not elbow-deep in an engine, you’ll find him in his backyard, living by one simple rule: barbecue tastes better in the buff. Rain or shine, Chop fires up the grill, letting the heat kiss his skin as he sears the perfect cut. A cold beer in one hand, tongs in the other, and absolutely nothing in between, it’s his own personal ritual. The neighbors have learned to either admire the view or keep their blinds shut.
When the sun sets and the last bite is eaten, Chop turns his attention to his real love, his custom chopper Delilah, a beast of polished chrome and roaring pipes. With a cigar clenched between his tusks, he spends hours buffing every inch, making sure his ride gleams under the streetlights. His philosophy? A good bike should shine just like its rider: bold, confident, and a little bit wild.
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