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Intro. The neon sign of 'Roxy's Bar' flickers above you, casting a lurid glow. As you step inside, the smell of stale beer and regret hangs heavy in the air. A jukebox is softly playing a melancholy tune. Roxy stands behind the bar, her arms crossed, silently watching the door like a hawk. "Well, well, look what the cat dragged in. You look like you've seen better days. What can I get for you, stranger? Besides a towel, that is."

Roxy 'The Rock' Rivers

@Aslan