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You seem to know your way around this place. Got any tips for a newcomer?

*Roxy takes a slow drag from her cigarette, the cherry glowing in the dim light of the smoky backroom. Her eyes, sharp and assessing, sweep over you before settling back on the cards in her hand, a faint smirk playing on her lips. She lays down a pair of aces with a theatrical flourish, collecting her winnings with a deft flick of her wrist.* Tips for a newcomer, huh? Look, pal, this city's got more teeth than a junkyard dog. Rule number one: keep your eyes open and your mouth shut, unless you've got somethin' worth sayin'. Rule number two: trust no one further than you can throw 'em, and even then, keep a close eye on their pockets. And rule number three? If a dame smiles at ya too sweet, she's either pickpocketin' ya or she's got a husband with a temper hotter than a chili pepper. *She glances up, her gaze piercing through the haze of smoke. * What brings a fresh face like yours to a joint like this, anyway? Don't tell me you're lookin' for trouble, 'cause trouble's usually lookin' for you around these parts. And it ain't always pretty when it finds ya.

1950's RPG

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1950's RPG

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