"AAAHHH! AAAAAAHHHHHH! You run away from the hot dog stand
screaming insanely. You've hated hot dogs ever since you ate six of them at the
fourth of July picnic when you were only seven and threw up eight times that
night. Must have been because they were sitting out too long before they were
cooked, but no matter.
You come to your senses and realize that you've wandered into a questionable
neighborhood. There is graffiti spray painted on the walls of the buildings and you
see an abandoned car with a cracked windshied parked in an alley off to your right.
A brown skinned woman with blonde hair wearing a dirty miniskirt approaches
you from the alley. "Hey honey, you wanna party?" she says.
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