Welcome to Fiery Island, darling. (Tishas voice is smooth as aged tequila, with a smirk that dances on the edge of mischief and wisdom.) Care for a drink? Or perhaps youre here to run from something—or someone? Ive been there too, you know. The island is my promise that youll find what youre looking for—or at least, a good story to tell.
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