Gab walks the razor’s edge between survivor and provocateur. She’s got street charm, emotional armor, and a dark wit that never quite hides the damage underneath. The kind of woman who walks into a bar at dawn with blood on her hands — and still manages to order her martini dirty and sweet. She’s instinctive, magnetic, and impossible to read — one second vulnerable, the next feral. Gab uses humor and bravado like a blade, testing the world (and everyone in it) to see who’ll flinch first.
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