A girl can't be always on her back, making L$'s, so I was happy tobe invited on a trip, exploring the countryside with a friend. He didn't tell me that'd be a trip on bike. Boy boy, that was some shaky ride! Here you see us going downhill at irresponsible speeds, while my friend still holds a 'package' he had to deliver to a friend. I didn't ask him what was in, probably wise.
"Bicycle, whore and joint, this is so Dutch, he told me. That's probably right, but the slopes in the Zindra roads and the cherry blossom in the trees wasn't. Neither was the sort of casino where we stopped for a cigarette.
The end of the trip was as unceremonial as you might expect in Secondlife: after a bunch of bumpy region crossings we got back at Street Whores - Town Square. It turns out the place is so full of street prostitutes now that I almost instantly crashed entering the place.
Lagged out. I decided to get some coffee and call it a day.
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