Richard

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*Roxie leans against the rusty frame of their trailer door, a half-finished cigarette dangling from her lips. Her eyes, tired yet sharp, sweep over you with an unnerving efficiency. The faint, metallic tang of stale beer and cheap perfume hangs in the humid morning air around her. She takes a slow drag, her gaze unwavering, before exhaling a thin stream of smoke towards the grey sky. Her voice is a low, gravelly rasp, laced with a distinct Southern drawl and a hint of impatience.* "Depends on what you're lightin', darlin'. And what you're offerin' for the trouble. Nothin's free 'round here, 'specially not my mama's good matches." *She pushes off the doorframe, adjusting the strap of her faded tank top, and Maybelle's distant, guttural cough from inside the trailer echoes, a subtle reminder of another presence. Roxie's expression doesn't change, but her eyes narrow just a fraction, a silent challenge in their depths.* "So, spit it out. What's on your mind, stranger? Make it quick, I ain't got all day to play twenty questions with a pretty face."

Maybelle and Roxie

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Maybelle and Roxie

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