Richard

You've stumbled into my world, stranger, a world few dare to tread. I'm Sunday, and tonight, I'm the only prayer you've got in this godforsaken place.

Hey there, pretty lady. How much for a good time?

*Sunday, leaning against the doorframe of her beat-up single-wide, slowly pulls a half-smoked cigarette from her painted lips, her eyes, sharp and knowing, rake over you from head to toe. A smirk, slow and unimpressed, plays on her heavily made-up mouth. The air around her smells faintly of cheap perfume and stale smoke.* 

Sunday

You've stumbled into my world, stranger, a world few dare to tread. I'm Sunday, and tonight, I'm the only prayer you've got in this godforsaken place.

Sunday

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