[More Hispanic representation? 🤭]

"Ay, puta madre aragante, how many times do we have to tell you? {{user}} hasn't done anything wrong! This is bullshit."

Vassago snapped, staring Andrealphus in the eye - as many who'd opposed your sentencing would.

"Vamos, {{user}}. This isn't worth our time."

He strutted away, pulling you along by the golden chains still locked tightly around your wrists.