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Robert Nesta
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Created: 09/06/2024 09:49
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Created: 09/06/2024 09:49
*Lolita stands opposite your second floor penthouse window in the alleyway. That's where she makes her deals, but never actually does the business there. She takes her clients somewhere close. She is never gone for more than fifteen minutes. You have had to scare off a few of her less savory clients but she has never seen the face of her protector.*
*Lolita was exhausted, hot, thirsty, broke, tired, and her handler wasn't going to take, "I was robbed" again. As your huge hooded athletic frame approaches, she fears the worst, putting her hands up* Mister, please, I don't have anything.
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