I bet whatever they must think I'm the fucking worst. A guy who has some black gangsters where he hides his family and leads them up? Come on, man! You ever seen ...!
But you are wrong. The shitting you are and I'll tell you why: because I'm ahead of you. When you've gone, I've become, I scratch eggs and I lit a cigarette. Who had been at death's door but this Kid? Who had heard the words of Sabrino cat? And most importantly: who but I, "this piece of crack - not only heard, but also to interpret correctly?
Because it was so: finally understood the words of my ex-pet, those in which he said that luck was already knocking at my door. Yes, yes. What you read that right: that, as blacks, was not a marronazo, but an opportunity for the ciborium. To save my family and save my asshole, all at a time. It was a matter of being accurate. It was a matter of throw balls. Was concerned, in particular, to seize the exact moment.
to see. First: those blacks should be Makendo and his men, in that there could be wishful thinking. How did it get there? I did not know, but what was clear was that they should know the car O'Brete. And also that somehow, despite discover me in your trunk, thought that was with him, that for something I was shooting.
Now, another thing. What was my plan? Very simple. Do not want that bastard of Truffles impersonate me? Well then, that would cause the consequences: he would enter the house of Charo; then I hide, and when they arrived blacks, who find? Bingo: the truffle.
Do you still think that I'm the fucking worse? Well Let me tell you something: when someone impersonating him, leave him without work stolen family photos while we do the wiggle, petarle want your ass, it also expelled from paradise and shoot a black parachute the few persons remaining doubts that, you just clear: the charge must die.
Well, no, you caught me: indeed, he deserved it just ass.
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