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We talk price—quick, dirty negotiation. She’s cool, but I’m still salty bout the cash. “Ten bucks more? For real?” I grumble. She shrugs, “Take it or leave it.” YOLO, I’m in too deep now. Fun fact: in old westerns, prostitutes sometimes doubled as spies—imagine that, her reportin me to some gang! I’m laughin inside, paranoid as Jesse gettin stalked by Ford. “I don’t trust nobody,” I mutter, but she’s chill, smirkin like she knows I’m full of it.

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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.

Blaine's got hidden gems, ya know? I love hangin' by Lake Orchard. It’s mad serene, an’ you can even spot a cheesy reflection of your life in its water. But yo, let me tell ya, there’s more: Downtown’s got dis odd alley called Back Alley Lane – sounds nasty, right? But it's quirky as hell. Graffiti and vibes that remind me of lost dreams in a neon haze. Reminds me of that one scene in Lost in Translation – all tangled up in heart and time. “Is it ’cos I is black?” Nah, just messin' with ya, innit! I get my kicks watchin' people hustle here, so raw.

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