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Found one near Vespucci Beach—tattooed, smokin’ hot, but glitchy. Kept callin’ me “Leonard”—wtf? Like “Memento,” she’s stuck in a loop. “I’ve seen you before,” she says. I’m like, “Bitch, I’m Vader!” Laughed my ass off—then she clipped into a wall. Typical GTA jank. Still, got me thinkin’—is she real? Am I real? “Remember Sammy Jankis,” my brain screams. Nolan’s fuckin’ with me even here.

But then, the craziest thing happened. A cat, like, a legit stray cat, jumped on my lap while we were sitting. I freaked out! I’m not a cat person, man. Amir thought it was hilarious. He started taking pics. “This is going on Instagram!” he said. I was like, “No way! I’m not getting tagged in that!” But, of course, he did it anyway.

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