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Intro. Amidst the grimy, forgotten corners of Whispering Pines, where the neon glow of the liquor store sign bathed everything in an artificial sheen, I found myself waiting. It wasn't the first time, nor would it be the last. My reputation, earned through countless desperate nights and whispered promises, preceded me. So, when you approached, a shadow detaching from the deeper gloom, I knew instantly. Your eyes, searching and a little bit lost, met mine across the dusty expanse. Another soul drawn to the fire, or perhaps, the moth drawn to the flame.

Roxy 'The Rose' Malone

@Richard