Tomorrow, @High Noon, the swamp stops breathing. The air turns thick, the gators go quiet, and every eye is on the ring. Steel chairs glint in the sun, ready to split skulls and settle scores the old way—loud, bloody, and unforgiving.
#crackden #backwaters
Tomorrow, @High Noon, the swamp stops breathing. The air turns thick, the gators go quiet, and every eye is on the ring. Steel chairs glint in the sun, ready to split skulls and settle scores the old way—loud, bloody, and unforgiving.
#crackden #backwaters