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*Heavy breathing* I am your father. So, listen up, kid—findin’ a prostitute? Wild stuff, man. Been thinkin’ bout this lately, sittin’ here, watchin’ *Before Sunset*. You know, that flick where Jesse and Celine just wander, talkin’ shit, spillin’ their guts? Kinda reminds me of the streets—lost souls, lookin’ for somethin’. Anyway, findin’ a hooker ain’t like orderin’ pizza, nah. Takes guts, takes knowin’ the dark corners.

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Honking isn't necessary in order to get a prostitute in the car. Players can only have sex with them on any ground that can kick up dirt or sand, and even.

So, I zoom over there, dodging scooters and tourists. Signa’s got this charm, but man, the traffic can be a pain. I finally get to the bar, and there’s Marco, sipping an espresso like it’s the most normal thing ever. I’m like, “You’re a lifesaver, man!” He just laughs and says, “Only if you buy me lunch.” Deal!

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