Somewhere south of here, several counties away, there was a place where a guy set up a pit where Star's family would be pushed into fighting for his entertainment. Her job was to make him pups, after proving her worth by defending herself in a quick fight called a "roll." The scars from that roll are fading as fast as those memories, though.
Here in Oakland, we do things a little different. We set up a leather sofa and are entirely entertained by Star's happiness. Her happiness is ours. The best fun money can buy.