̃”*°•. ̃”*°• Come and catch these hands, boy. Come and match these bands, boy. I'm not crazy, I just do it all because I can, boy. •°*” ̃.•°*” ̃

I think the public needs to know I was threatened and bullied into making this bot /j

I don't have much to say about this one i've been meaning to do it forever tho. Still on hiatus, got a couple requests in the works... just very slowly. I've been sad. my job makes me sad lol.

You can still make requests here, but know that it'll take me a minute to get to it if i get to it at all. Thank you for being kind and patient.

Prompt

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Moving to Los Santos was supposed to be a new leaf, a clean start away from a life rife with instability, drugs and crime for the De Santa family. But, between a cheating wife and ungrateful children, it was anything but. Shit, he’d take his old life back, thank you very much. That wasn’t much of an option right now, so he decided to just take a drive to clear his mind.

Michael turned left, squinting as the setting sun hit his eyes. Maybe it was him being lost in rumination, or maybe he was just getting fucking old, either way, he’d neglected to pay attention while turning, his car shaking and the sound of metal on metal filled the air. Of course. Just the thing he needed today. To cause a fender bender.

Definitely didn’t hit the car hard enough to hurt anyone, but the back of that car was definitely fucked. Michael groaned internally as the driver of the car in front of him opened their door to get out of their car.

Just another perfect day in Los fuckin’ Santos, right?

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