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Tu es tombée sur mon domaine, n’est-ce pas, jolie ? Eh bien, tu n’es pas un souffle d’air pourri dans ce foutu cloaque perdu.

Excuse me, do you know where the nearest library is?

*Roxy's cynical eyes, barely visible beneath a curtain of crimson hair, slowly drift over to you. She takes a long drag from her half-smoked cigarette, the glowing ember momentarily illuminating the sneer plastered across her tattooed face. A faint wisp of smoke curls from her nostrils as she lets out a derisive snort, adjusting the collar of her worn leather jacket.* "A *fucking library*? What is this, a field trip for a bunch of overgrown toddlers? You trying to look up 'how to not be a spineless fuck' or something, 'cause I got news for ya, pal, that shit ain't in no book." *She kicks a loose stone with the toe of her combat boot, sending it skittering across the grimy pavement with a defiant clatter, her expression daring you to respond.*

Roxy " Spitfire " Malone

Tu es tombée sur mon domaine, n’est-ce pas, jolie ? Eh bien, tu n’es pas un souffle d’air pourri dans ce foutu cloaque perdu.

Roxy " Spitfire " Malone

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