I moved to this country a few weeks ago following my last 3 brothers murder by mysterious cloud that doesn't seem to like working. I was fresh here from the shores of Britain, A country in which the sun does not shine. After meeting my friend Lemar off the plane, He handed my an unregistered firearm, To which I must add there seems to be a lot of in this country. He took me to a friend of his who keeps telling me to keep my mouth shut about him along with another guy who seems to remind me of a cousin that used to love bowling, However he now sells cars and constantly needs help running his business for very piss poor cash.
After continuing to make some contacts as well as a crazy redneck who lives out in the desert a rich business man? who lives in Vinewood and this suspected pedophile in a wheel chair. I have been working like a dog for these people for very little money, Every night in the fear that when I go to sleep the CLOUD may take me too. I have been living out of my car for the past few days as I couldn't afford myself a house. However after much strict saving I have finally been able to afford myself the palace only a young British boy could dream of having.
I think Bob Marley used to live here as he seems to have left his bong and his golden discs on the wall. But for now I am just happy to finally have my own home.
Admiring the view of Vinewood.
The car I have lived out of since moving to America.
Tl;DR after 3 characters I have finally managed to buy a house!