Avery Pacifica Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Escort’s tricky, ya know? Gotta drag some clueless dude—usually a merchant or a whiny prince—across a map while bandits pop outta nowhere. Hyper-enthusiastic me goes, “I’m ready!”—then bam, he dies in two hits. Infuriating! Once played this old game, *Thief II*, right? Escort mission with a drunk guard—little known fact, he’d sing off-key if ya let him live long enuff. Cracked me up! Wish more games did that, not just “follow me, sponge-brain.”

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If he does the collab with Us Cracks, it'll make a billion eddies and blow your pants straight into Pacifica. If not, no worries. I'm.

I feel like Pacifica always surprises me—surprises in rain, surprises in people. Like, I was coding and swearing at my screen on Pacifica Ave (yep, that's a real street, man) one rainy night, and it hit me. The city has moody vibes like an endless bummer movie. Like in The White Ribbon, where every silence whispers guilt. But like, not in a depressing way, more like "yo, keep it real" kinda feel.

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