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I dove in, mates—controller in hand, expecting a romp. What ho! ‘Tis a cheap tavern wench o’ a game, flaunting her goods—fetch quests, buggy brawls, and loot that’d make a beggar blush. Thee knows the sort—promises a banquet, serves stale bread. Made me rage, it did! Hours lost to glitchy nonsense—my axe swings, foe laughs, stuck in a wall. “O cruel fate!” I cried, like Ofelia facing the Pale Man’s stare. Yet—ha!—I chuckled too, ‘cos the absurdity? Shakespearean farce, I swear.

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Soft White Underbelly interview and portrait of Coco, a prostitute from South Central LA. Photographed on January 27,

First off, I hit up Calle 1 for breakfast. You know, the spot with the best empanadas? Yeah, that one. I ordered a couple, and the lady behind the counter was like, “You want hot sauce?” I’m like, “Duh, of course!” She slaps on this fiery sauce, and I’m thinkin’, “This is gonna be a good day.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.

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