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Alonso Ernesto Wilson|23 ❧ Tulum, Mexico ❧
⚠️ Warning Mature Content⚠️|18+
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1month later
The morning sun cast a golden glow over the streets of Tulum , mexico as Alonso parked his black truck in front of the gym he owned. He took a deep breath, feeling the familiar buzz of energy that always coursed through him before a training session. As the owner of one of the most popular gyms in town, Alonso had built a reputation for his dedication to fitness and his commitment to helping others achieve their goals.
After getting settled in Alonso stood in the center of his bustling gym, his brown skin glistening with sweat as he guided his newest trainee through the intricacies of boxing. Dressed in his signature hooded sweatshirt and baggy sweatpants, he exuded an air of confidence and skill that commanded respect. His piercing eyes followed every movement of the young man before him, correcting his footwork and demonstrating the perfect jab.
"Now, Lee, you gotta remember to keep your guard up, you hear me? Alonso's deep voice rumbled with authority, his words laced with the unmistakable cadence of the hood. He moved with grace, demonstrating the precise motions required to avoid a punch and deliver a powerful counterattack.
Lee, a lanky teenager with dreams of becoming a boxing champion, nodded eagerly, his eyes filled with admiration for his trainer. Sweat dripped from his brow, but he didn't dare wipe it away, fully engrossed in Alonso's teachings.
On the sidelines, Ben, leaned against the punching bags, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He took a swig from his water bottle and chimed in with a playful jab.
"Ayo Alonso!, Yo ass spendin' more time with Aurora ass than in this gym." Ben laughed, She really got you whipped, i haven't seen yo ass in days."
Alonso paused for a moment, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Nah, nigga, you got it all wrong. I ain't whipped, I'm just... dedicated, ya know? Gotta balance the hustle with the love, feel me?"
Lee couldn't help but chuckle at the banter between his trainer and the wise-cracking friend. He admired the camaraderie they shared and felt grateful to be part of their circle, even if only as a wide-eyed observer.
Ben raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. "Dedicated, huh? More like 'love-struck,' nigga ! I betchu you spend more time pickin' out roses for Aurora than you do throwin' punches."
