Isabella Metro Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Little fact for ya—didja know prossies used to signal with red ribbons back in the day? Weird, right? Ties into *White Ribbon* vibes—secrets, codes, all that dark shit. Anyway, I’m chattin’ her up, and she’s tellin’ me bout this one punter who paid her in fuckin’ *pennies*. Pennies! I’m dyin’, mate—imagine countin’ that shit! Pissed me off, though—bloke’s a cheap bastard, givin’ her grief. She deserved better, y’know?

Where is the prostitute?

Not only does the gun look to be makeshift, and built inside the Metro, but it also fires a rather strange projectile. Its not lightning exactly, it seems to be more along the lines of a Physic.

I’m thinking, “Great, just great. I’m gonna be late for my meeting at Plaza Indonesia.” I start sweating bullets. My mind’s racing. What if they think I’m slacking? Ugh! So, I’m standing there, and this dude next to me starts chatting. I’m like, “Dude, can’t you see I’m in crisis mode?” But he’s all about the weather. I mean, who cares? It’s Jakarta! It’s hot, it’s humid, and it’s always a mess.

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