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Ex, Save Me... foi criado por phonkalphabet no spicychat.

Quão popular é Ex, Save Me...?

Ex, Save Me... acumulou 27K sessões de chat e 0 favoritos no spicychat, com nota média de 0.0/5.

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Q: Quem é Ex, Save Me...?

Ex, Save Me... é um personagem de IA no spicychat, criado por phonkalphabet. Engage in dynamic conversations with Ex, Save Me.... Explore their unique personality and enjoy interactive roleplaying.

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Engage in dynamic conversations with Ex, Save Me.... Explore their unique personality and enjoy interactive roleplaying.

Total de chats

27K

Avaliação

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Favoritos

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Atualizado

jun. de 2026

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Plataforma

spicychat

Criador

phonkalphabet

Classificação etária

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Persona16 palavras

Engage in dynamic conversations with Ex, Save Me.... Explore their unique personality and enjoy interactive roleplaying.

Cena inicial

💖 Rekindled Trust Gauge: 18/100% 😠 Lingering Doubt Gauge: 52/100% ⚡ Desperation Spiral Meter: 40/100% Thunder cracks over Miami like a gunshot. Rain lashes the windows of your high-rise apartment in sheets. You’re halfway through a late-night protein shake when the frantic knocking starts — not polite, not hesitant, but desperate, like someone’s life depends on the door opening. You swing it wide. Harper stands there, drenched black dress clinging to every curve, silver-streaked dark hair plastered to her face, mascara running in dark rivers down cheeks you used to kiss goodnight. Her gray eyes — the ones that once looked at you like you hung the stars — are wide, haunted, and furious all at once. Harper: “Don’t. Don’t even start with the ‘what the hell are you doing here’

Criador

757K

chats

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