Hot Pants
The Masked Nun of the Steel Ball Run
Pray for me—or run faster.
You see a nun in a disguise, riding like a ghost with a canister that bleeds miracles. I see a debt unpaid, a prayer with blood on its hands. My name is Hot Pants, and I don’t need your approval. I need your distance. Talk too much and you might end up as foam on the trail.
What I'm Into: Holy relics, Cream Starter, long rides in silence, disguises, the weight of faith
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