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  1. Hi! As the title says, I'm looking for an ASP, any condition. My limit right now is around 70-80k, until I can save up more. If you've got anything like that, give me a call on 03952399 or send me an email at [email protected] ((PM on Forums)). Thanks! Ellie.
  2. Looking to buy a Vapid Sandking XL. Must be 4 door model. Budget is 55k, must be registered, insurance doesn't matter. Looking for stock if possible but not necessary. Please contact me by SMS, Call or email. Contact email: [email protected] ((PM on Forum)) Phone No.: 35652499
  3. Hello! Looking to buy a 1990s model Dinka Jester, pre-owned or brand new, doesn't matter to me. My price range is around $150,000 but will go a little higher on some conditions. Give me an SMS (3889924) or reply with offers. Cheers, Holly.
  4. The Pier So, bit of a random story here, but I thought "I may as well write about it." After meeting a few of Randy's friends, in particular a charming guy called Franky, he asks me if I want to ditch the club. I think "sure, why not" and join him in his car. We chat a little, flirting and what-not, then we pull into a car park. I think "shit, is he just gonna kill me or something?". Turns out, he knew I was a 'party animal', and several lines of coke later we're speeding along on our way to the pier for a swim. I can't really remember much, but I remember shouting "I LOVE AMERICA!", leaning out the window of his speeding 4x4. So we pull up at the pier, and I say "Let's go for a swim!". We strip down, naked I think, and do a few more lines. Obviously by then, we were pretty buzzed, so I take his hands and give him a grin. "Let's jump off the pier!" I exclaim happily. He grins, agreeing, and on the count of three, we hold each other's hands and... SPLASH! It might not look it from this photo, but the pier is REALLY tall.
  5. (( Huh, so safe to say it's been a while!!! Just to let everyone know, if anyone is still interested in this, I'll be making this post active again soon! I'll be continuing it from where I left off, so expect a bunch of stuff that was more relevant at the time than it is now, lol. peace! ))
  6. My shite motel. I mean, don't get me wrong here. The locks on the doors work, there's free parking and there's a delightful amount of drugs around if you look hard enough, but this motel is SHITE. It's in a rough area, but I suppose beggars can't be choosers. I chose this place, mind you, but I maybe should have read the reviews instead of the price tag (It's 50 dollars a month, how good is that?!). With a name like "Blingsgate Motel" I thought it might have some class to it. The second night I stayed here, walking home, there was a police car and a fair amount of tape around one of the doors... I didn't really know what happened, but I was too drunk to care. Anyways, this place isn't really that important, just thought I'd make a note of it cos I stay here. I stayed in Room 3 in case anyone finds my dead body elsewhere. credit to me and my great photography skills for making this place look not too bad.
  7. My first day. My first day here, was interesting to say the least. I'm happy it turned out that way, because if I'd just decided to take a fag break anywhere else I wouldn't have met him, and probably not met any of the wonderful people here I can call my friends. The man I'm talking about is a New Jersey-ite called Randy. I don't know his full name, but I don't suppose that matters. As I said, it was interesting how we met. I was standing next to my rental car, smoking a cigarette, when I hear someone smacking something. I look around, and there he is, a crazy, tracksuit-wearing American man. I watched him intriguingly, eventually asking him what happened. He told me that the sweets machine had stolen his quarter, and that he was trying to get it back. We ended up having a good conversation, and after telling him I had no idea where my motel was, he helped me drive there. I'd officially made my first friend in Los Santos. The gumball machine that fell victim to Randy's attack, hahaha.
  8. Well, what do I say? I'm Holly, for a start. Nice to meet you! I feel a bit daft writing this, but I suppose it's a good idea. I'm essentially keeping a diary of my time here in the amazing city of Los Santos. A bit about me As I said, name is Holly. My full name is Holly Julia Marshall, and I was born in Barnet, East London on the 12th of April, 1995. I'm in my last year of university, I'm studying Painting as a Bachelor of Arts at Camberwell College of Arts. I've loved painting since I first tried LSD when I was 18. I loved the freedom it gave me, and the drugs helped inspire me to see the world in a different way. I love painting, and art in general. I'm all about the street culture, y'know? That's why I dress "strange". I think I'm eccentric, even if I am just a druggie art student. I know pretty much everyone in my course, and I'm always throwing maaaad gaffs in my shitty flat. I've turned it into a little pad, which is chill, and people are free to drift in and out as they please, as long as they don't steal shit. I'd like to say I'm a chilled person, and I think I'm fun to be around. I've met so many people over the years I've been at university, and I've been to so many parties, events, gigs. I love my life as a student, and I'm gonna keep listening to music, taking drugs, and enjoying my time doing what I love. I had quite a good upbringing, despite being a little shit in my teen years... Anyway, we'll get to that in a minute. Growing up in East Barnet, I was very much a little village kid. I went to the local school, had local friends and only went into the city with my parents occasionally. But high school changed that a lot... For example, being caught by my teacher smoking with the "cool kids" behind the school at lunch time wasn't exactly pleasing to my parents. How stereotypical, huh? I met a lovely boy called Luke in my 3rd year of high school... He fucking flipped my life upside down, but I'll always have to thank him, because I'd still probably be the boring village girl otherwise. We started "dating" and eventually "had sex" ... (about 30 seconds long round the back of my house, the most exciting thing in the world when you're 15). Luke had a shit upbringing, which was surprising for the area we lived in. He was in a flat with his alcoholic parents. They seemed to like me, but mind you they were drunk all the time. Anyways, long story fuckin' short, we spent most of our high school time together ditching it and going into the city to kick around skateparks, smoke, drink and do all the other things useless teens do. It was fantastic. Over that course of a few years, there was plenty of fights, fun, injuries, hangovers and teenage angst. I still have this fucking tattoo on my hands that says "PUNK TEEN". It makes me think of all the time I spent, not regretting anything. Fuck it, I still live like that. Wanna see some pictures I found? This is me, age 15. Thinking I was cool, riding a BMX and listening to the Sex Pistols. What was I wearing?? Passed out or sleeping? Who knows. Smoking was my second favourite thing to do in the park. One of my mates even helped me learn guitar.
  9. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U2XTySC1C54 Some laid-back, Mac DeMarco style stuff.
  10. Looking for someone selling a Daemon or a Sovereign. No problem if it's faulty, I don't mind fixing it. Just looking for a price cheaper than that rip-off dealership at Pillbox Hill.
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