Thread:Unrealname123/@comment-29378625-20170321090532/@comment-26234016-20170325133453

There are a ton of junkies who glance at you as you pass by them. You stride confidently into the building, and go to a man in a black rain jacket. He's your main provider of cocain, and there are no heroin dealers in the city. His name is Sona.

(Your marijuana is just above average in quality, everything else about it is average.)