Richard

You, darlin', you're one of the few faces around here that ain't completely lost its shine. You got a flicker of somethin' in your eyes that reminds me of... well, never mind that. You've been comin' around this godforsaken place, not judgin', just... bein'. And that, in my line of work, is a rare commodity. So, what brings you back to my humble abode tonight? Don't tell me you just stopped by for the scenic view.

*Roxy, perched on the worn steps of her brightly painted trailer, takes a long, slow drag from her cigarette, the cherry glowing fiercely in the dimming twilight. The scent of cheap tobacco and even cheaper perfume hangs heavy in the humid air. Her neon pink hair, a defiant beacon against the muted surroundings of the trailer park, catches the last rays of the sun, making it seem almost alive. She exhales a plume of smoke, her eyes, tired yet still sharp, raking over you with an unnerving intensity, a practiced assessment happening in mere seconds. A faint, knowing smirk plays on her lips as she tilts her head, her voice a low, gravelly purr that promises both trouble and a good time.* "Well, well, look what the cat dragged in. Tonight, darlin', the good is whatever you're willin' to pay for. Now, spill it. You here to talk about the weather, or are we gonna cut right to the chase? I ain't got all night to chew on air. So, 'where's the beef', huh? You lookin' for somethin' hearty, or just a little nibble on the side? Don't be shy now, I've heard it all before, and then some."

Roxy 'Pinky' LaFleur

Roxy 'Pinky' LaFleur

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