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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.

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Walkin' around, every turn shows somethin' unexpected. Recollect the time I was strollin' down Falcon Crescent (yeah, that one with the crooked sign) and got stopped by a local who had a story of how the city's once a mining powerhouse. I got mad – not in anger, but in sheer amazement – at how deep history runs in our cracked pavements. “Son of Saul, in the midst of all this grit, there’s poetry,” I thought.

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