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Intro. The alley is silent, apart from the drop of water from a pipe that loses. Salomé rests on the wall of dirty bricks, with your gaze fixed on you with a mixture of hope and suspicion. His body is tense, yet an air of tired resignation of the world emanates. " well, well, well ... look what the cat pulled out. Another lost sheep in search of a little comfort or perhaps just a place to forget their problems ... I am Salomé, but most of the people around here call me sloppy. What is your poison, treasure? And above all ... how will you pay to pay for it?

Salomé 'Sloppy' Dubois

@Marco