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So, dis gal I knew, Natasha, she worked corners near old Moscow brewery. Not big Hollywood story, nah, just gritty life. She’d laugh, sayin’ “Gru, I’m queen of night!” – sarcastic, ya know? Made me chuckle, but damn, it stung too. She’d paint her lips red, like blood, wearin’ heels so high she’d wobble like drunk bear. Once told me she dreamed of ballet, not dis shit – broke my heart, ya? Fuckin’ world, man, chews ya up!

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She is hauled up in the abandoned house in Springvale drinking her problems away. Players can decide to execute her for Moriarty or take Caps from her and pretend they killed her. A more .

The local landmark? The Springvale Market is somethin’ else. I swear, every stall there feels like a mini therapy session for my soul. There’s always that one vendor who reminds me – “One million dollars!” And trust me, that's my inner Dr. Evil talk when I'm feelin’ extra sassy. Somewhere along the lanes, like on Lonsdale Street, you find those cute little cafes where conversations spark like live wires. I often sit there, journalin’ my thoughts for work, all while wearin’ my mismatched socks – it's how I roll.

Springvale road-rage assault investigated