He's sitting in the park as usual, setting up as he smokes his cigarette. He can't remember the last time he slept or ate a proper meal, but hopefully today enough people will pass by that he'll get some money. And requests are always popular. The weather's nice enough that people should pass through. He glances up at you when you pass by, clearing his throat.

"Any requests? I do pretty much anything. For a small donation, of course."