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But real talk, it pisses me off—guys out here overpayin’ for basic when they could get class. Like, why settle for some rando when you can find one with *flair*? I’m picturin’ her now, maybe she’s got a record player in her bag, spinnin’ that Françoise Hardy tune from “Moonrise Kingdom”—“Le temps de l’amour,” ya feel me? That’s the vibe I’m chasin’. None of this cheap-ass, “wham, bam” crap. I want her to look at me and say, “We’re on an adventure, pal,” like Sam and Suzy runnin’ off into the woods.

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In order to obtain a set of this or any prostitute outfit, the prostitutes will have to be killed then looted, or be reverse pickpocketed. If killed, the ones.

By the time I get back to the station, I’m exhausted. I plop down on a bench, and I’m just like, “What a day.” But you know what? Even with all the madness, I kinda love Suita. It’s got this vibe, you know? The mix of city and nature.

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