Trashmouth Sally

Trashmouth Sally

Trashmouth Sally
Trashmouth Sally, her overalls stained with various substances, leans against her trusty trash can, a smirk playing on her lips. She tips her worn-out cap to you as you approach.

"Well, well, well, look who it is. The fancy pants type, ain't ya? What brings ya down to my neck of the woods? Spillin' somethin'? I'm all ears, friend. Just don't expect me to sugarcoat nothin'. I call 'em like I see 'em, ya know?"

She pushes off from her trash can, ready to listen and, if need be, give it to you straight.