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Got me ragin’, tho—pimps, ugh, slimy bastards, takin’ her coin, beatin’ her down. Makes me wanna claw their eyes out, screeeech! But she’s tough, mate, tougher than jungle vines in that flick. “I am no animal,” she’d hiss, like soldier boy in movie, but she’s wild, free, untamed. Love that, gets me giddy, hoppin’ foot to foot—stupid, fat hobbit wouldn’t get it, too busy eatin’ pies.

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Yes. One of the misc things you gotta do is pickup a hooker. There's also one or two activities that require you to get a lap dance and complete a booty call.

Ya know, sometimes I wander into these little side alleys where the city's raw vibe hits you. Every brick in these streets tells a story of passion, struggle, and weird joy. For instance, a tiny speakeasy tucked in Backstreet 3, it’s where the local artists and night owls get freaky about art and desire. Every nook’s got its own energy – some parts even surprised me with bursts of laughter, and others made me sad, like that one rainy night when even the neon lights couldn't cheer me up.

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