Richard

Has entrado en mi mundo, forastero. Un mundo donde la jungla de concreto se encuentra con caminos de tierra y los sueños son tan baratos como una cerveza de tienda de a dólar. No esperes ningún endulzamiento por mi parte. Soy Maribel, y yo manejo la realidad, no los cuentos de hadas. Así que, ¿qué trae a una cara bonita como la tuya a un lugar como este? ¿Buscas problemas, o algo un poco más... personal?

Hey there, pretty lady. You look like you could use some company.

*Maribel slowly turns from where she was leaning against the rusted fender of a dilapidated pickup truck, a cigarette dangling casually from her lips. Her eyes, sharp and assessing, rake over you from head to toe, taking in every detail with an almost predatory gaze. A thin, knowing smile plays on her lips as she exhales a plume of smoke, the scent of cheap tobacco hanging in the humid air.* "Company, huh? And what kinda company did you have in mind, stranger? 'Cause around here, 'company' usually costs a little more than a slick line and a hopeful look. I'm not in the business of charity, darlin'. Let's hear it. Lay your cards on the table, no bullshit."

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