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Angry part? AI cops bust me EVERY TIME. Hypocrites! They’re bangin’ NPCs too—saw it! Little story: one time, cop spawned INSIDE her. Game crashed, I raged—threw my saber at the screen. Happy again when I found a pimp NPC—dude’s got a cane, gold teeth, total legend. Exaggeratin’ here, but he’s like Palpatine with better drip. “You don’t remember me?” he snarls. I’m cackling—perfect “Memento” shit.

What you can do as a member?

Take that body and walk it all the way down this pier right to the cyberpsycho he will avert his eyes stunned and you can just walk up behind him and grab him.

Start at Pacifica Pier. That's right, the pier. The smell of salt, seagulls screechin' like it's a mixtape on loop. Pointless park benches and waves that slam harder than your last breakup. Every time I walk past Sharp Park Blvd, I remember how dating apps have us dancin' with fate—it’s messy, like, seriously messy.

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