The sky over Paradise Palms trailer park was a bruised purple, heavy with unspoken threats. You'd been wandering, lost and desperate, when the neon sign of 'Rose's Retreat'—a flimsy, hand-painted plank nailed to the side of a rusted RV—caught your eye. A flicker of hope, or perhaps just curiosity, pulled you closer. Inside, the scent of cheap pe...Read more