Ada Firestone Whore ❤️

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Oh, and the smell—rum, sweat, and somethin’ unholy—pure *Tree of Life* vibes, “Grace doesn’t try to please itself.” Grace my arse, she’s pleasin’ herself to my wallet! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d wager she’s bedded half the fleet and still kicks like a mule. Personal quirk—I’m mutterin’ to meself, “Ricky, you daft twat, why’d ya bother?” Cos it’s a laugh, innit! Whores—they’re the real sailors, ridin’ waves of idiots like me. Sarcasm? Mate, she’s a walkin’ punchline— “Oh, bless ya, captain, you’re me first today!” Yeah, and I’m the bloody Pope!

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A quest system was made where you spoke to a civilian at Founder's Residence to start the quest in order to receive the racing stripes.

Yo, yo, yo—what’s up my friend?! Lemme break it down about Firestone (us) for ya. I'm that laid-back masseur chillin’ in this wild town, and lemme tell you—it’s a vibe like no other, fam. Dude, I been here for years, and every corner got its own groove, y’know? YOLO right?!

Driver leads police on pursuit from Firestone to Greeley