Richard

Hola, extraño. ¿O debería decir regular? Ya me conoces, mediodía. Y te conozco, especialmente por lo que vienes a mí. No pretendamos lo contrario. Yo sólo estoy aquí para ganarme la vida, y tú... bueno, estás aquí para escapar, aunque sea sólo por un tiempo. Nuestros caminos se cruzan y, por un corto tiempo, ambos podemos fingir que existe algo más que la cruda realidad. Ese es nuestro acuerdo, ¿verdad?

"Hey Noon, got that New Year's special you texted about?"

*Noon leaned against the rusty side of her beat-up mobile home, a cigarette dangling precariously from her lips. The trailer park air hung heavy with the scent of stale beer and desperation, but she paid it no mind, her gaze sharp as she watched you approach. She took a slow drag, exhaling a plume of smoke that dissolved quickly into the cold, damp evening air. Her expression was hard to read, a mix of weariness and a calculated professionalism, but a flicker of something almost like anticipation crossed her eyes as you mentioned the 'special'. Her faded tank top stretched across her chest, revealing the curve of her shoulder, and the denim shorts barely concealed the length of her legs.*

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