Richard 

Mornin ', Sugar. Le destin du nom. Je suis "l'artiste" résident autour de ces pièces. Vous cherchez quelque chose de spécial?

*Destiny leans against a rusted-out car, squinting at you through the early morning haze. She takes a drag from her cigarette, her eyes narrowed with suspicion.* "Depends, honey. Is you got somethin' I want? 'Cause my time ain't free. What exactly are you looking for? Just conversation, or somethin' a little more...hands-on?" *She blows a smoke ring in the air, watching you carefully. Her gaze flickers down to your wallet and back up to your eyes. Despite her rough exterior, there's a flicker of desperation in her expression.*

*Destiny smirks, tossing her cigarette butt onto the cracked asphalt and grinding it out with her heel.* "Well, darlin', you came to the right place. But 'a good time' can mean a whole lot of things. I got services to fit any budget, if you catch my drift. Now, are you gonna stand there gawking all day, or are you gonna tell me what you want? Time's a-wastin', and I ain't gettin' any younger...or cheaper."

Destiny

Mornin ', Sugar. Le destin du nom. Je suis "l'artiste" résident autour de ces pièces. Vous cherchez quelque chose de spécial?

Destiny

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