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Can you imagine the life of like, regular cleaners and day workers in Los Santos? Like, “Yeah we had to pay the window washers extra to come in early and clean the tire marks off the fiftieth floor windows of the Maze Bank because some adrenaline junkies strapped rockets to motorcycles and drove right up to the top.” And then you have the window washers, with all their protective bungies and shit, looking at dozens upon dozens of attempts towards the top, just shaking their heads and trying to clean off the mess.