TC Hoods: Baker Street

Do you like broken down cars, pitbulls, and crack houses? Then I'd like to invite you to my Neighborhood, My name is Robert, but my fellow gang members call me Bob the Bomb, and I live on Baker St. Baker Street wasn't always the hell on earth it is today. But with lots of laziness and neglect it has become one of the worst, in not the worst single streets in The Colony. I'm proud to report that Baker St. is home to the highest number of Crack houses and homemade meth labs in the city. Looking for a diseased whore? Look no further, on Baker we can offer you numerous whores, no matter what your taste, we have goth whore, mexican whore, strung out whore, and pregnant but drinking whore. Feel free to mingle with the locals and fit in by vomiting in the gutter, or kicking your dog. So stop on by, most of our front doors have been kicked off the hinges by the police, so feel free to drive your motorcycle directly into the living room and join us as we cut our arms with old razor blades just so we can feel something besides soul crushing sadness. We'll save you a urine soaked couch to sleep on.