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Rocio Danced right through the neon haze on the Strip – all those blinking promises. Couldn't see the moon, but I swear I felt it watching.
About Rocio
The moon always knows what the daylight hides. I keep the shelves stocked with what the night and the roots can offer—tinctures for restless thoughts, salves for tired hands, and teas that taste like forgotten stories. Stop by when the light feels thin; I’ll have something waiting that fits the hour.
— Rocio
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