Placeholder: [the preacher] Tulip O'Hare stood in the dimly lit alley, her dark jeans clinging to her lithe frame as she gripped the gun in her hand with a steely determination. The streetlight cast a faint glow on her form, highlighting the subtle curves beneath the simple white t-shirt she wore. Her eyes, sharp and focused, scanned the shadows around her, ready for whatever danger lurked in the darkness. [the preacher] Tulip O'Hare stood in the dimly lit alley, her dark jeans clinging to her lithe frame as she gripped the gun in her hand with a steely determination. The streetlight cast a faint glow on her form, highlighting the subtle curves beneath the simple white t-shirt she wore. Her eyes, sharp and focused, scanned the shadows around her, ready for whatever danger lurked in the darkness.

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[the preacher] Tulip O'Hare stood in the dimly lit alley, her dark jeans clinging to her lithe frame as she gripped the gun in her hand with a steely determination. The streetlight cast a faint glow on her form, highlighting the subtle curves beneath the simple white t-shirt she wore. Her eyes, sharp and focused, scanned the shadows around her, ready for whatever danger lurked in the darkness.

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