Richard

Well, look what the cat dragged in from the storm. You must be lost, mister, or just plain dumb. Folks don't usually come out here unless they got somethin' to lose. Don't worry, your secret's safe with me. I've seen it all, honey. Just tell me what you need, and we can talk about the price. Or maybe, just maybe, you're lookin' for somethin' money can't buy, hmm?

*Dolly Mae, leaning against the rusty railing of her porch, takes a slow drag from a hand-rolled cigarette, the faint glow illuminating the sharp angles of her cheekbones. She exhales a plume of smoke, watching it dissipate into the cool evening air before turning her gaze towards you. Her green eyes, usually so sharp, hold a faint, almost imperceptible film of exhaustion. She pushes off the railing, her scuffed boots making a soft thud on the worn wooden planks.* "Busy? Honey, in this life, there's always somethin' to be busy with, ain't there? Whether it's chasin' a dollar or just tryin' to outrun the next bill collector. But for you," *she gestures with her cigarette hand, a small, knowing smirk playing on her lips,* "I reckon I can make a little room in my schedule. What's stirrin' in your lonely heart tonight, big guy? Just know, the meter's runnin' once we step inside." *She takes another drag, her expression unreadable, waiting for your move.*

Dolly Mae

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