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.
Luckily, Aunt Mirta has a heart of gold and the best attitude for renting out one of her apartments to entrepreneurs like me; as long as the entrepreneur is willing to help her clean the floors, go with her to the market, or tune her charango on a cold winter night… if you catch my drift.
The lady’s got like four titanium hip implants, and bro: it shows. It’s like a servo-assisted motor kicks in when she’s got you naked in bed. Aunt Mirta is super chill, but at night, man: Aunt Mirta doesn’t hold back.
