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Animal Kingdom. (where the hell was Kaz?)
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2024-10-29 19:42:56In these streets it's the animal kingdom, if you're not a predator then you're the prey. This is what societal deterioration reduces men too, simple animals trying to survive. If you're not eating smaller animals then you are food for bigger ones. Then you start to believe that being cruel is the only option, a kind of impression that whatever is not you are definitely out to get you, Just like crabs in a barrel. All the while, the real enemies watch and get fat on your suffering and further enslave the coming generations even before they are born.
Kaz wanted to get a haircut in the morning of the attempt on his brother's life, so he went down to Marley's Grove where his barber, Marquel stayed. Marley's Grove was Baraka's territory, and he should have been safe. He walked into the always busy shop, and he was immediately given a chair, the person in the chair simply stood up for him.
"Hello, Kaz, it's been a minute since we last saw you around here," Marquel gre
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