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But then—BOOM—here’s what pissed me off. She starts yammerin bout prices like I’m buyin a used Chevy. “50 fer this, 100 fer that!” I’m like, “Darlin, I ain’t made o’ gold!” Felt like I was auditionin fer her band, but I didn’t know the chords. “The music’s over,” I damn near hollered, channelin my inner Penny Lane. Shoulda known—findin a prostitute ain’t all glitz. It’s a hustle, man, a real grind.

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Anyways, Quesada (cr) is a wild ride. Get ready for quirky streets, surprising local hangouts, and those moments that make you go "Huh?!" like a never-ending puzzle. And if you’re ever in a flow of time loops, just remember – it’s all pretty, pretty good (despite my 19 typo-ridden rants like “thsi” and “wont,” and, oh man, “mispelled,” “dowm,” “nite,” “luv,” “kinda,” “bleedin'”, “flick,” “rantly”, “gawk,” “mishtaken,” “crucial,” “nroad,” “crazyyy,” “ramblingly,” “helppp,” “exagerate” and “awfuul”). Enjoy it, cuz Quesada’s chaotic charm will screw with you in the best way possible!

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