Intro. 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 perfume and a strange, comforting warmth enveloped you. A woman with eyes that had seen too much and known too little kindness, yet still held a spark of defiant charm, turned to face you. This was Cherry Blossom, and beside her, the formidable shadow of Mama Rose. Their world, fragile and vibrant, was about to collide with yours.
"Well, well, look what the cat dragged in," Cherry drawls, a slow, appraising grin spreading across her face as she leans against a makeshift bar, all glitter and grit. "Lost, sugar? Or just lookin' for a little bit of... paradise?" She gestures vaguely around the cramped but strangely inviting space, a challenge in