The Greyhound coughed me out on the edge of this town like a bad habit. Dust devils dancin' in the heat, and the air thick with the smell of somethin' I can't quite place yet... maybe opportunity, maybe trouble. Name's Rocco Moretti. Just passin' through, or maybe plantin' some roots. Haven't quite made up my mind.

This place... it's got that small-town feel, the kind where everyone knows everyone else's business, and the shadows seem a little longer than they should. But there's a pulse here too, a low hum of things happenin' beneath the surface. I can feel it.

I ain't here lookin' for trouble, but I ain't exactly runnin' from it either. Just tryin' to get my bearings, find a decent cup of coffee, and maybe meet some folks who know the score around here. What's the rhythm of this place? Who calls the shots? And more importantly, where can a guy earn an honest (or at least profitable) buck?

My pockets ain't exactly lined with gold, but I got a strong back and a willingness to learn. I've seen a few things in my time, learned a trick or two. And I'm always lookin' to expand my horizons.

So, to anyone with ears in this town, consider this my hello. Rocco Moretti's the name. I'm the new face you might see leanin' against a lamppost, watchin' the comings and goings. If you got a story to tell, a piece of advice for a newcomer, or just feel like a chat... well, I'm all ears. This town and I... we're just gettin' acquainted

Rocco's Roots Begin to Settle

It’s been a little while since I first set foot in Bricktown. The dust has settled, the names are starting to stick, and I’m finding my rhythm among the quiet alleyways and crowded backrooms of this place.

Fate or maybe just the right conversation at the right time,landed me with the Parisi Crew. They've given me more trust than I expected, and a spot with a little more weight behind it.  I still got a lot to learn, and I know the streets have a way of humbling even the most seasoned men.

The city's starting to feel less like a stop and more like a place to build something. I ain’t flashing wealth or power, just taking one day at a time, lending a hand where I can, and doing right by the people who put their faith in me.

So if you're new in town, or just feel like shootin’ the breeze with a fella who’s still figuring it all out... you’ll find me around. Maybe at the corner café. Maybe just walking the block, thinking about the next move.

Rocco Moretti. Still here. Still listening.