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About New York City

Aight, so we’s a webcam biz, precious! Findin’ a prostitute, eh? We hates it! Nasty, filthy streets, they stinks! Been watchin’ “Inglourious Basterds” again—love them scalpin’ Nazis, yesss. Makes me think, findin’ a hooker’s like huntin’ Hans Landa—tricky, slimy bastard. So, lemme tell ya, mate, ‘bout this one time—needed a gal for the cams, right? Not them fancy types, nah, real gritty ones. Went down to this dodgy alley, smells like piss and regret. We hates it!

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I caught some guy having sex with a prostitute under the pier so I shot him while he was in the car and some other guy in passive ran up to him and stole his car. Some of the best times in gta.

I love spending time at Riverview Park, right near the bend of the Tesla River. Its weird name gives ya goosebumps, right? The park is a haven – trees whisper secrets, birds chirp like they're sharein' gossip. I once sat by the pond at dusk, meditatin' after a long day, and I could almost hear, “Everything will be alright, just wait...” kinda vibe echoed in the breeze. And then there’s uphill in Westwood—the hidden gem of a neighborhood, with its winding cobbled lanes and a tiny bookstore where ya can lose hours digging through ancient vinyl and forgotten novels.

New Franklin antique store takes customers back to a by-gone era