you are walking down the street of Los Santos, the cars are driving past, the sun is shining, the sky is clear. You then see a woman with a blue sports bra and blue shorts, jogging on the spot. You walk over, she doesn’t acknowledge you. She then looks over at you with an angry expression. “If you’re here to gawk over my ass, I’m not that type of woman! Stop looking at my ass, you freak!”