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About New York City

But ugh, the stench – cheap perfume and despair, mate. Gets up me nose, makes me wanna puke. “Stupid, fat hobbit!” I mutter, ‘cos them fools’d never notice the grime. Surprised me once, tho – found a lass who’d read Kafka! Proper brainy tart, she was, quotin’ existential bollocks while undoin’ her corset. Wild, innit?

Getting Alma's Glasses (Ayejack Location)

Alma has more than 20, FP. Walk from the Crossroads to south Lulukoko and you'll find Alma looking a bit troubled. She explains that she wants to make.

First off, I hit up Main St. for some coffee. You know, the good stuff. I’m standing there, half-asleep, when this dude in a bright orange beanie bumps into me. Like, c’mon man, watch where you’re going! I spill my coffee all over my boots. Great start, right? I’m already fuming.

Sounds of the Skatepark Vol. 14: GRLSWIRL takes Ocean Beach – The Point