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สำหรับคนที่หลงเข้ามาในนี้คิดว่าเว็บไซต์นี้จะสนับสนุนการพนัน เปล่าหรอก คุณโดนต้มแล้ว เว็บไซต์นี้ไม่มีเนื้อหาที่สนับสนุนหรือเชิญชวนคุณไปเล่นการพนัน แต่ถ้าจะเริ่มศึกษาคริปโต คุณสามารถ เปิดบัญชีได้เลย ใช้เพียงแค่บัตรประชาชนหรือใบขับขี่ใบเดียวเท่านั้น พร้อมการสอนแบบตัวต่อตัว
Mawin @ Grassstation
Mawin (Argame) is a person MoNoRi-Chan have met in the Founding Grassstation Story Arc. He is a Vagabond who works day to day for a living and his job can vary from being Baggage handler at Suvarnabhumi Airport to Emergency Rescue Fist Responder unit. While a thug looking guy or known as Bushido by Mr. White House.
Grand Theft Auto Mawin: แลก BMX กับ BMW
The Bangkok night hummed with a neon glow, casting long shadows across the deserted path. Mawin, a wiry teenager with a mop of unruly hair, secured his trusty BMX to a nearby pole. He was just finishing his usual late-night loop around Benjakitti Park, the cool air a welcome respite from the city's daytime heat.
A sudden rumble broke the silence. A sleek, crimson BMW emerged from the shadows of a nearby alley, a forgotten artery connecting the manicured gardens of Benjakitti to the bustling chaos of Chatuchak. The car screeched to a halt, its engine idling like a hungry beast. A man, all puffed-up chest and gold jewelry, emerged, his eyes scanning the darkness. This was no ordinary alleyway rendezvous; this was a scene ripped straight out of a Grand Theft Auto game, only the graphics were far grittier.
Mawin's breath hitched. The urge to laugh warred with a flicker of crazy in his head. Steal the car? The idea, ridiculous as it was, held a strange allure. Trade his beat-up BMX for a night of luxury, a high-speed escape from the confines of his ordinary life. But reality snapped him back. The car had a license plate, a beacon screaming "stolen." His trusty BMX, on the other hand, had a certain anonymity. This joyride wouldn't end in a five-star hotel, but in a police chase he wouldn't outrun.
The man strutted off deeper into the alley, disappointment clinging to him like cheap cologne. Mawin watched him disappear, a silent guardian angel – or maybe just a witness to a bad decision. He couldn't help but feel a sliver of pity for the guy. There was a desperation in his eyes, a hollowness that no BMW could fill.
As he cycled away, the adrenaline subsided, replaced by a wry smile. The night had offered a brush with GTA fantasy, a reminder of the line between excitement and recklessness. He might not have a luxury car, but he had his freedom, his trusty BMX, and a story that would forever hold the strange allure of a Bangkok night and a stolen moment of temptation.
Trivia
- Mawin was about to become a "Hired Muscle" for enforcement to repayment of debts Name owed MoNoRi-Chan, totalling to almost $4,xxx but choose not to beat up Name, sparing this freeloader from his deserved lesson of Borrowing money without the urgency of repayment.
