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Alpha Delta Pi Sorority Charity Car Wash Event BY VALERIA ANDREEVA Los Santos, SA - On September 16, at the Del Perro Pier ULSA’s sorority hosted yet another charity event. This time, funding Pillbox’s maternal ward. Alpha Delta Pi sorority are renowned for their bikini car washing events that fund different departments, primarily focusing to help out women. During this event, the pier was packed with people and everyone was having a splendid time. The girls were working with sincere and genuine smiles, motivated by the noble cause they’re supporting. We spoke to the sorority’s president, Camille Villard, who was beaming with joy during the brief, although very elaborative interview we had. For this interview, our journalist will be referring to herself as VA and Camille Villard as CV. - VA: How did you join the sorority? CV: Well, as you can probably tell, I am an exchange student. When I came here to Los Santos, I did not have so many friends, so when Alpha Delta Pi announced they were recruiting, I thought it would be a good chance to make some friends. And it was! Most of my best friends are sisters in Alpha Delta Pi! VA: And here you are now! President of Alpha Delta Pi! How does that feel like? CV: Oh, fantastic! It is something special, to carry on a legacy that stretches all the way back to 1851! It is a lot of responsibility to manage a chapter, but you also get to do fun things, like most these sorts of events! VA: Lovely words, Miss Villard. Sororities are known to have a sentimental value above everything else. What’s the most important thing about Alpha Delta Pi? CV: Well, there are sort of two things. For individual sisters, the most important thing is that your sisters come before anything and everything. We are there for each other when we need help, and there is never bad blood between sisters. For the sorority as a whole, it is very important to us to, as let us be honest, relatively affluent people, to give back to the community with philanthropy and charity. - The interview got interrupted here by the sorority’s members, who collectively tuned in for a few pictures. After the session of photo shooting, our interview resumed, and Camille Villard continued with the same enthusiasm as before. - VA: Can you tell me more about the bikini car wash charity events and the motivation behind them? CV: Well, it is fairly simple! We wanted a way to raise money regularly, and we figured a bikini car wash struck a nice balance between being fun and profitable. And we were right! We regularly make more than one hundred thousand per event! Today we even had a pregnant woman come by and show her support for us raising money for the Pillbox maternal ward! VA: Noble cause, really. And an entertaining and enjoyable way to go about it. Can you tell me about the past events that Alpha Delta Pi has done? CV: Well, we have done several events this year. I think our biggest one last year was for Hope Health Center! This year we have also raised money to help raise awareness of and fight domestic abuse. In general, we want to focus on women's issues with our fundraisers, and the maternal ward is a very worthy cause for this! VA: Women supporting women. Society needs more people like the sorority’s members! One last thing: I know that the sorority hosts these charity events quite often. Is there an event that Los Santos should be looking forward to or is there nothing planned yet? CV: Well, in terms of charity events, we have nothing planned for the next little while. But, at some point, we would like to host a larger charity event! - The girls worked with bright smiles and burning enthusiasm. They greeted everyone with joy and mirth, motivated by the cause behind this event; helping women. Every effort they’ve made is a small step to something bigger and better. With ambition and motivation, Alpha Delta Pi sorority concluded yet another charity event. > Comments are enabled. Username: Comment:

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Short description: Pretty simple, port over the male earrings and female accessory 136 to the earring section for female characters. Detailed description: Same as above really. The female earring options are limited to large dangling objects or massive hoe hoops. Males characters have a lot of regular looking studs and hoops. Female accessory 136 is one of the only style of earrings for females that has regular looking earrings, and due to it being in the accessory section, it can't be used with any other accessory, such as necklaces, holsters and scarves. If possible, it'd also be nice for the bracelets to be removed from the accessory, as they clip with most long sleeved tops and jackets. Commands to add: N/A Items to add: N/A How would your suggestion improve the server? Better customization options for female characters. Additional information: Pictured below is said accessory.

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Recently Mirror Park has become a neighborhood marked by dizzying change. With West Mirror reaching peak gentrification, the wave has moved eastward, in search of new property in need of fresh horizontal wood fencing adorned with an ever-present stainless steel address. This past year alone, two record shops in Mirror Park went out of business, and were replaced with two different record shops. Yet another fancy barbershop is moving in near Mirror Park Boulevard. Pour-over coffee is practically currency. Anyone seeking one last look at the Mirror Park of old had better move quick.

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Mercy and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day fig. 1: piece of shit asbo Today began with the intent to follow up on the tip from reader SantaMuerte664, as I set out from my motel in Paleto Bay to drive south to Sandy before investigating this [allegedly] haunted O'Neill Ranch in Grapeseed. However, truth is often stranger than fiction, and most of today's excitement comes not from the investigation of that site but rather the events leading up to it. I began by stepping into Sandy's 24/7 to pick up some shit food for dinner before heading the short distance to the house. This was about 08:30 - the sky was still red from the setting sun. Upon returning to where I parked my car, however, I found it gone - the piece of shit rental Asbo was missing. I reported it and called a taxi, figuring I'd go get a drink and hope it got found soon. It did not. In a cosmic event of foreshadowing, the friendly taxi driver warned me of other taxis that would try to fleece passengers for fares as high as ten grand for crosstown or out of town trips - that fare was four hundred, a detail which will be important later. After going through a total of nine fingers of vodka I figured if they hadn't found my car yet, they wouldn't for a while. The bar I was at was worse than a dive as well - I was able to tolerate it for the cheap booze, but hit my limit when somebody walked in and let their dog shit on the floor (an act which was mostly ignored by other patrons). Figured I'd get some fresh air and hike to Mirror Park to rent a car, hoping I'd be sober by the time I arrived there. The hike there was largely uneventful, people of the city largely ignoring my drunken self (thankfully) save for a couple tourist kids in the park and a bicycle-mounted cop. My piece of shit asbo traded for a piece of shit rental station wagon, I hit the trail around 10:00 and started driving (mostly sober) towards Sandy once again. This would prove to be a near fatal mistake, and not even because of my drunk driving. In the pass near the prison, a blacked-out car with its lights off came up behind me going almost twice as fast as me and slowed instead of passing. They suddenly slammed into my rear and pit-maneuvered me, sending me spinning out of control towards the barrier as they sped off. The rental was totalled, but the bullshit didn't stop there, oh no. Whiplashed and punched in the nose by an airbag, I called 911 and before long a big cop SUV showed up to see if I was still alive. He'd hardly blocked the lane and gotten out of his taxmoney truck when around the curve came a muscle car chased by a shitload of speeding cops. The muscle car clipped the SUV and sent it spinning into the cop and my car, fucking up his leg and pinning me between an SUV and the cement barrier. More cops came, pried us out, and I got tossed in an ambulance and driven - - - back into Los Santos! It was like God himself was determined to keep me from leaving the city. I tried calling a cab at Pillbox Hill but the asshole who showed up told me it'd be TEN FUCKING GRAND to drive to Sandy Shores. Only trust eastern European taxi drivers, readers, or you'll get shafted by these grifting American assholes. Even after I told him to stick his ten grand up his ass and fuck off, he kept following me to try and cajole me into paying up and getting a ride until the cop on a bicycle I saw earlier came riding up. I don't condone developing personal relationships with cops, but she was nice enough to offer to drive me up to Sandy Shores. As I hung out in her house for a few, drinking water and helping myself to her ibuprofen, I got a call that they found my car abandoned roadside between Sandy and Grapeseed. I hopped in the cop's (expensive, tasteless) black sports car and endured the awkward silence back up north to my car, only to find it (fig. 1) totalled. It wasn't going anywhere, and no way in hell was I gonna call a mechanic at this point. The cop was still parked nearby so I came back and hitched a ride to the nearest dealership and just picked up an RV I'd been meaning to buy anyway. Finally, I was able to drive unmolested to... The O'Neill Ranch ...which is a shithole that gave the dogshit bar I'd visited earlier a run for its money. Absolute let-down. Hardly even spooky. there's more hole than door now I crept up to the window and peered in just to see a door absolutely shredded by buckshot. Figured it was quiet enough to be unoccupied, and there were no cars around, so I let myself in. Dead silent, smelled like mold and rotting food and unwashed human filth. The house was practically falling apart and showed more signs of being haunted by ghouls and gremlins such as myself than by any spirits or poltergeists. I got a few goosebumps from a radio playing in the nearby barn that was a bit distorted by reverb, and every now and then I swore I heard an infant crying in another room. However, there seems to be a 'mad scientist's lab' in the basement, so maybe Frankenstein's monster is about. Keep the submissions coming - I'll sneak into any fucked-up crackhouse you freaks send me to if it means I might run into some weird shit to write about. the bathroom is surprisingly clean [SUBMISSIONS ARE ENABLED!] Username: Comment:

@Arkster Amazes me every time. @Tiddy Do I really need to say it? Honestly, everyone in the showcase on the prop discord deserves mad props.

ASIAN PACIFIC ISLANDER CAR Within the San Andreas county jail and wider prison system, social segregation in regards to race is a prominent aspect of one’s stay within a facility like Twin Towers. Inmates are generally partitioned into groups according to race, such as the White Car, Sureno Car and Black Car. The Asian Pacific Islander Car, or simply the Other Car, makes up the inmate population in Twin Towers Correctional Facility who cannot be categorised as white, black or Hispanic. Namely, this Other Car is predominately made up of those of East Asian, Southeast Asian and Pacific Islander descent. Like its counterparts, the group follows jail politics and is considered to be tight-knit due to their minority status within TTCF; inmates affiliated with the API normally roll in pairs and follow rigid programming overseen by keyholders and figureheads. The Car is not an organisation in of itself, and consists of long-term inmates who originate from a number of different street gangs and criminal organisations. Unity is a strong component in the ethos of how the Car operates, and the need for each API inmate to have each other’s back is a necessity in an environment like County Jail. Accordingly, it possesses a more welcoming and clannish climate in comparison to its racial counterparts. That isn’t to say any weak links are tolerated; anyone who cannot get with the program is violently rejected. Additionally, power within the group is not held by a monolithic, dictatorial entity; the long-term and lifer inmates who comprise the nucleus of the API Car come from a wide variety of backgrounds. This includes but is not exclusive to Vietnamese, Polynesian, Chinese, Korean, Cambodian, and Japanese. These individuals may have grown up in different areas and affiliated with different street gangs or even be apart of a different socio-economic bracket, but the one thing that unites them in their tenacious bond is a prevailing mindset of community and self-reliance. While the Asian Pacific Islanders may comprise only a minority of the carceral population, they remain a force large enough to support themselves and act as a network for Asian cliques on the outside. OOC INFORMATION This faction aims to realistically portray the Asian Pacific Islander or Other Car within TTCF and the numerous individuals from different backgrounds who find themselves affiliated with it. We aim to maintain a high standard of high-quality and grounded roleplay, both on the outside and inside of county jail. The Other Car reserves the right to Character Kill anyone who associates themselves with the group in an in character capacity. Any questions or concerns can be directed to PrinceCane.#5380 or miguh#8754.

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