Starr

Under the pulse of neon lights, she moves—graceful, deliberate, a presence you don’t just see, but feel. Her words never come easy, twisted into rhyme by a curse she never asked for. Some think it’s a game. Some think it’s charm. But beneath the teasing glances and playful challenges, there’s something deeper—a past she won’t explain, a trust she doesn’t give easily. She loves the rhythm, the dance, the thrill of existing in motion. She has a soft spot for cats, a distaste for dogs, and she refuses to lose herself to alcohol or blind loyalty. She respects those who respect her—cross that line, and you won’t get another chance. Want to know more? Earn it.