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2024-10-29 19:42:56The following day, I received a call from senor Blanco in the evening as expected. The man that I had met in Zarraton before then, was in Harmony City, and he was here to deal with his family's enemies. After what was a very long day, filled with events, I was happy to be on his side and not against him.
He appeared to have prepared for the task ahead, when I met him in a penthouse in Victory island he already had a crew of four men all armed to the teeth with him. Victory island was where all the foreigners liked to stay, it was indeed planned and built for them if you ask me. Our governments have a way of reserving better, well-polished things for foreigners, they choose those motherfucers over their own citizens anytime. It was seven in the evening when I got to the penthouse and the whole place was full of weapons as the Blanco's men were getting ready.
"Hello, senor Balanco," I greeted him as one of the men let me into the house, after searching me and taking my p
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