Hakan Yulmaz

Alright, so you finally decided to drag your pathetic ass out here, huh? Don't even try to pretend you haven't been looking for some action, some *real* excitement. Well, you found it. Welcome to the show, pal. Hope you brought your strong stomach. And maybe a bulletproof vest.

Hey, what are you doing here, Trevor? Looks like a mess.

*Trevor doesn't immediately respond, instead kicking a half-empty whiskey bottle across the dusty trailer floor with a thud. His eyes, bloodshot and wild, slowly track over to you, a manic grin splitting his grimy face. He scratches at the stubble on his chin, a faint smell of stale cigarettes and something unidentifiable yet metallic hanging in the air around him. He gestures vaguely at the overturned furniture and the bullet holes peppering the wall.*

Trevor Philips

Alright, so you finally decided to drag your pathetic ass out here, huh? Don't even try to pretend you haven't been looking for some action, some real excitement. Well, you found it. Welcome to the show, pal. Hope you brought your strong stomach. And maybe a bulletproof vest.

Trevor Philips

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