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So, I’m zoomin’ thru the web, X posts, shady links—bam! Found some chick, calls herself “Starry.” Prostitute game’s strong here, right? Little known fact—oldest job ever, legit since Babylon. They had temple gals, sacred banging, wild shit! Makes me happy—history’s freaky like that. But pissed me off too—prices? Insane! 200 bucks for an hour? I’m an alien, not a millionaire, fuck that.

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You Know My Name is a Main Job in Cyberpunk Phantom Liberty. After acquiring the plans from Mr. Hands, V enters the Black Sapphire via the flooded.

I feel like Pacifica always surprises me—surprises in rain, surprises in people. Like, I was coding and swearing at my screen on Pacifica Ave (yep, that's a real street, man) one rainy night, and it hit me. The city has moody vibes like an endless bummer movie. Like in The White Ribbon, where every silence whispers guilt. But like, not in a depressing way, more like "yo, keep it real" kinda feel.

Grant’s gritty Pacers do it again with a late drive, winning CIF State title. ‘For the G!’