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About Adelaide

So, last week, I’m prowlin’—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.”—and I spot this bird, all fishnets and attitude. Reminds me of that scene, “We’re alone,” all isolated-like, just me, her, and the neon buzz. I’m thinkin’, “Mate, she’s either a jackpot or a fuckin’ setup.” Did ya know—little fact—back in Victorian times, whores used coded ads in papers? “French lessons,” my arse—sneaky bastards. Anyway, I’m chattin’ her up, heart poundin’—fuckin’ thrilled, yeah? But then—bam—some geezer rolls up, all aggro, demandin’ cash. Pissed me right off! I’m like, “Oi, cunt, I ain’t your ATM!”

Brain in a Vat

Wait 'til the end, because you wouldn't guess why this is one of the creepiest secret locations in Cyberpunk. Night City sometimes I hate.

I gotta mention the local bulletin board in Westside Square. Here, community secrets get shared – from a spontaneous music gig at 7 to some wild poetry slam. It’s, like, the heartbeat of Watson. Everyone’s storytelling, overcome, and thriving. Makes me so proud to be part of this ragtag tribe.

Watson the latest player caught giving the middle-finger salute, as Sicily and Hawks have the last laugh