Emilia Shadow Hills Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Favorite bit? Dis one whore I met—Svetlana, she called herself, prolly fake. Hair like straw, voice like gravel, smelled like vodka and regret. She tells me, “Gru, I dance for coins once.” Dance! Ha! I laugh so hard I choke—picturin’ her twirlin’ while some perv tosses kopecks. Lightbulb! She was happy tellin’ dat, tho—made me soft for a sec. Whores got dreams, too, ya know? Buried deep, like da whale in *Werckmeister*—big, weird, nobody gets it.

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Join Matt, Tricky, Yield and Alex as they discuss, among other things, Gold Points disappearing, Rivals being fired, what other IPs would work in a 5v5 shooter.

I’ll be honest, some neighborhoods are like a breath of fresh air, while others, oh my gawd, get under my skin sometimes. Like, I was totally pissed off once by the noise on Crescent Circle—honestly, it was enough to make me wanna shout "shut it down already!" But then there’s the Westwood District—so artsy and vibrant that you almost forget the world's a messy place. It's a feast for the senses, like every day's a premiere and I'm livin the spotlight!

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