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What pisses me off? The liars, man. Say they’re 25, look 45—hard livin’ etched in their damn faces. Surprised me how many got stories, though—runaways, dreamers, fucked by life. Kinda like those boys in the movie, “We’re not afraid!”—bullshit, they’re scared, just hidin’ it. Makes me soft for a sec, then I’m back to business.

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts rainin’. Like, heavy rain. I’m sprintin’ down the street, dodgin’ puddles like I’m in some kinda video game. I’m soaked, but I’m laughin’ at myself. “What a day, right?” I shout to some random lady. She just stares at me like I’m nuts. Whatever, Cerro-Maggiore is full of characters.

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