Breakfast of champions!

When you pass the Stuffer Shack where you had that little altercation - just three hours ago - your stomach grumbles loud enough that you decide to stop.

As you go in you see that nothing has changed. Well, someone tried to mop the blood away but there are still stains on the floor. You shrug and go to the food section.

"What can I get you?" The lanky guy behind the counter asks. He's clearly not fazed by your weaponry or your general appearance. Must see some weird shit around here.

"Yeah, gimme a large cup of soy-caf, two cans of the strongest energy drink, four hot dogs, two kebab burgers with bacon, barbeque pizza and a bowl of chicken noodles", you order.

The guy doesn't even blink, just gets working. Nice.

Fifty nyens poorer but a belly full of almost-food and caffeine, you resume your journey. Though walking will get you there quick enough, you decide. Who wants to run on full stomach anyway?

You're getting closer to the target brothel when it starts raining. And this time it's serious - massive cold drops pellet you, soaking you to the bone in a matter of seconds. Which is actually to your benefit, as it's unlikely that anyone is watching the door when you step inside.

"Well well well, a customer at this time! Tell me, darling, are you extraordinarily early or ludicrously late?"

The voice belongs to a woman in her mid-forties, with pretty big boobs, though her surgeon wasn't very good, as it's obvious that they are fake. She does ooze that wanton harlot type of sexuality and you peg her as the madam. A fairly young girl dressed in cheap, slutty lingerie is sitting on a couch nearby, the rest of the foyer being empty. She looks supremely bored and very tired. Sure enough, you realize that it's 07:30 - does this place ever close?

Your balls aren't aching as Fox drained them pretty good - but you do have nearly two grand sitting on your account, so you could buy a whore and try to be all clever about questioning her. Or you could be the bull in a china shop and start roughing up the madam. Who knows what kind of security they have hidden here, though.