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Now, me, I’d overengineer it. Prob’ly build a drone—call it "Hooker Hawk"—to scout ‘em out. Efficiency, baby! But real talk, it’s sketchy as hell. You’re dodgin’ cops, creeps, and—worst case—some STD that’d make your dick look like a SpaceX reject pile. Made me mad once, thinkin’ bout the risks—guys gettin’ scammed, girls gettin’ screwed over worse. System’s broken, yo. “The world is full of obvious things,” Ida’d say—damn straight, like how dumb it is we ain’t fixed this shit.

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During the mission "man in white", you can see Willis Huntley talk to a presumably prostitute, and if you wait a few seconds once he begins to walk off, a.

I stroll through Westside, it's kinda edgy. There’s a street called Hell's Knot... wild name, huh? No kidding, I got super pissed once when loud noise broke my chill at Dawn Park. But then I bumped into a wise old dude—I mean, not literal, but his eyes, they said it all. It was so zen, like, “Yo, relax, life’s a ride, buddy!”

One person dead after train hits vehicle near Citra early Sunday. What we know.