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The Meiden's corner
Aunt Mirta
It’s not easy to find a place to rent in New Avalon. Not far from The Hemorrhage at least, which is a great spot to grab some criminally cheap beers or stock up for the business, but awful to live in. Read more...
The Pulgasaweed
My most prized possession is an authentic Ugarte model Cheechong-2. I call it the Pulgasaweed; a handmade bong crafted by the legendary Ezequiel Ugarte, high priest of marijuana paraphernalia, and made from recycled glass from the bongs of Rob Manley, Prowll Katt, and acclaimed actor Troy "Erection" Harrelson. Read more...
Bratan
I met this crazy dude super recently: a friend of a friend. He’s got the temper of a dynamite stick with PMS when he gets angry, but he’s a total teddy bear when he’s chillin’. That stone-cold angry face, though? Nothing can crack it. Read more...
Summers in Romerales
Don’t get me wrong: I adore this crappy town with all my heart, but every now and then it’s good to get a change of scenery. My brother DJ Tatán-V and I love to take off to Romerales to spend a few days at a beach free from posers or radioactive contaminants in the water. Read more...
The Fusalario Hog
You never know who you’ll run into on the streets of New Avalon… or what’ll happen to them. Years ago, I met the Hog; the crazy guy used to park cars outside the Echoes of Avalon Arena. He never scratched one, or peeled off a logo; the Hog was ridiculously honest. But even more impressive was his ear: from the parking lot, the guy would grit his teeth if he heard the bass was out of tune or if some idiot had plugged a 16-ohm plug into an 8-ohm input on an amp head… whatever that means. Read more...
Scooters
The future is now, bro! Electric scooters are the bomb. Before they came along, I had to take like 6 different buses a day to make my delivery runs… and since my business is all about quality, handmade goods, those buses stink like hell. The bus drivers would hassle me nonstop. Hypocritical jerks: they’d be the first to ask for a discount after the ride. Read more...
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