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did not feel very well, the body responded worse than usual, and hurt like never before, in my head always had bad memories, bad thoughts, she felt crippled inside the intestines, vomiting blood and cacava practically every day, felt the weight of addiction and work began to suffer.
Frank knew why all those aching to live, he lacked a woman a bitch is not any, not even looking for that special. It's been too long since I savored the taste of winning mixed with that of revenge. It was gone too long, at least in his drug test, the last time that a blonde was preparing perfumed all happy to suck his dick for the first time.
He wanted to bring out a beautiful girl, make her fall in love show what was not. It would be hard to act like a classic movie, would make her dream of a love story so amazing that when liquid so sudden " piss off bitch" the tipina (strictly fair and fragrant) would have been knocked over by some second and then start in a uncontrollable tears.
Or maybe she was let go in malomodo. He would go to get drunk, like he was doing, that also hurts to be alone hard.

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Dr. Frank Murda

Dr. Murda could no longer sleep, he spent weeks playing at avalon doped ice, then went into paranoia, destroying what he had to hand (in most cases expensive equipment serving his evil plan) until it slumped to the ground exhausted, pale and dirty, his hands bleeding from the fury. An integrated circuit
had pierced the skin, the folds had Pluggo bearing his palm, they remained attached to the flesh, a trickle of red dripped from the legs of the chip, half expecting an electrical impulse, that bit of energy just to make a cycle.
An expanse of semiconductors and transistors made from his bed for what would have been a long, deep sleep, rest platform, a continuous dream of Boolean variables.

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Frank had been with many women during his descent, but he could not even have a tenersene. It was one of those who thought, considering the blows received during different episodes and singular, that women are all whores, so search, aided by its dependencies, to avoid any emotional involvement, if all are whores might as well just go with whores, and this did.
But amid the dirty waste of food at home, trying to follow a fly with a wild-eyed, he made it well aware that he would die alone in a room smelling, foaming at the mouth and a thousand bottles drained around him, knew that none of those bitches would come to save him.

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Tommy & Jonny

Tommy looks out the window, traffic lights and buildings, is too long that never sleeps. Jonny
drinking beer while chewing, take the wheel with his knees.

Here he is, approaches. Hello I've got


need you for a job.
What?
execution. What
balls.

type in waxed clogs health extends to Tommy something.
Jonny threw beer and meshing with the first.

Jonny: I do not like.
Tommy: Not to me. Remove the safety

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Dr. Chlorophyll Murda

Dr. Murda is a bad person, causes bad for the sake of it, it causes the evil spirit of revenge and retaliation.
Dr. Murda had always made the wrong choices, spoke at inopportune time, acted on behalf of Evil, and caused tremendous suffering in complete innocence and good faith.
When someone pointed out to him by depriving it of an arm, teeth and eyeballs lost innocence, the innocence in doing evil.

The only thing he could do was to hurt, decided to Dedicarcisi meticulously, leaving room in his grand plan to countless variables, so that even in a worst case scenario would be that it would suffer less. He returned to

MurdaTown with a metal arm, bionic eyes and teeth of steel.

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Dr. Murda's were about a memory bank that acted as a support to the processor that ran the calculation of ballistic variables

... had been the victim of an ambush in downtown, some unknown had made drone with a 50 caliber , the blow had struck his shoulder, slicing cleanly through the whole arm, not bad, Dr. Murda had already replaced him, had also decided to put their wallets to get those memories upgraded and a new management system of ballistics ... While Dr.

Murda ended to finalize the upgrade she thought all his old hardware now finished in the landfill, its older processors, up to his old circuit, and although his body had changed shape several times the memories of old pieces remained in her old data was still its early days, the transferred data to upgrade to upgrade, they were his memories, the old configuration data, the His first was the kernel .... .... technically its identity could not die, Dr. Murda kept a back up of his system, but those data were kept inside when the only thing I had thought.

If a 50-caliber bullet had pierced the physical memories have lost its identity.
His work for Dr. Murda suddenly did not seem the best thing he could do.

The upgrade was finished ..... once again had become more powerful .... after all the work for Dr. Murda was not so bad.

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Frank Zanchetti

Despite what is commonly thought of him, Frank was able to have a social life quite common. When
should not have problems for local landlords or have not been to find drugs for his survival as he liked to go and all drunk in some place full of beautiful girls.
But tonight had not drunk enough, the crowd, lots of people slowly pressed and slid against him bothered him greatly, so it was that after a few hours of endurance; looking unlikely to be able to take a drink at a time 's waiting less than 15 minutes (and anyway it was a bad drunk at a great price, which bothered him a little, but in any case was not there to drink, what more could do so safely and happily alone in his house) discovered in its just drunk Pre chips powder, as a lump of earth and fluff, something disgusting and indefinable, that his eye was seconded to detect, tried to point it out to the bartender, but that, already engaged in preparing another drink bad pretended not to hear, ignoring its compounds and well-justified complaints.

And so after a couple of times he pointed out that Frank's the thing, and she continued to pretend not to hear it, Frank, who hated not receive that for which he paid, without uttering another motto splamato had the brains of the now former bartender pretty along the mirrored display case with bottles of liquor on display, then andanosene as if nothing had happened, the drink bevendosi satisfied with the rubbish indefinite inside.

Now I go to the Night.

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'd rather you would go away, I'm not going to shop at home. The Bad

takes a bit 'of time, the steadily for a few seconds ...
A moment later the roommate was on the ground while the bad was filling the barrel, then goes beyond the kitchen, fiddling with something and come back slowly from there, drag the bloody body to the bed and ties him with cables electric.

You drink coffee in a time that reflects and decides to torture him with a knife on his face.

He left there for 43 hours, then told him to leave, that was hesitant, but went sick at the door before he could close the Ugly had planted two caliber lead 9 in the back.

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Tommy & Jonny

Tommy: Where were you yesterday? I tried all night
Jonny: I was with a whore.
Tommy: Well done, my little brother going to have fun.
Jonny : MBE?!
Tommy: We have a job to be done urgently.
Jonny: Let's take the DeLorean?
Tommy: Sure, we also need a couple of bottles of Nitro, and looks to add it to this full time.
Jonny: Hey there I made the mica peak, if you want to call for vaccination of those Russians.
Tommy : Better not ... but look to give you the full bottle this time.
Jonny : yes yes I understand ...
Tommy: Just the weights, do the gross minus the empty bottle ... but fuck you all I have to explain?! ..... and that this would be?
Jonny: It 's our car not!
Tommy : fuck is full of dog shit! You left the door open ..
Jonny, but I ...
Tommy: But you saw a beautiful, full of dog shit, you know what the smell of dog shit?!
Jonny: time?
Tommy : If you were not my brother I would have already killed him.

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Zanchetti Blues

It had nothing to do now, was already drunk and drugged driving, had emptied the magazine on a road sign, now felt like a saxophone who accompanied him in the night.
And as the lights ran back to the window, his mind went back to ancient times. He had just won the first degree, and his superiors still had no idea of \u200b\u200bits dependencies, was not yet so strong, I remember, I spent a whole week without even bucarmi. I was also getting married, it was a good girl she was my fault, she would help him with his addictions, he could remain in the police and have a normal life.
But that bit 'of power that had exploited the to get drugs at no cost and sluts Beat up behind blackmail, but that was not true to the police, not that he did not love his girlfriend, but what he did was what she wanted.
Then within a month, its leaders became aware of his conduct, his girlfriend packed his bags and he found himself alone on the stained carpet of the hotel where he was staying, a sword in the mood and the memory of a saxophone playing .

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If remembered as a sweet and pretty, was a bit 'that did not see her around anymore, he would like to have it. Chatting with other criminals had come to know that the girl had become a sweet and pretty tossichella and that he gave away for a while 'stuff. Frank seemed shaken by this thing, a languor, a vague languor, the pervasive, yet she was pretty, the signs of addiction, those who recognize at first glance, not yet seen, perhaps.
was still pretty. He wanted to do something for her.
I knew from before, which for her was over, but when he realized, that languor ...

That languor disappeared .... while if the fucking in exchange for a bag of stuff

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Frank knew he was not a good match on the square, a middle-aged sballone recognize him from afar, and it was useless to try to make the bully with the girls, now had which recognizes a face from a distance.

Marked by the withered and tried to drag his boring fuck some drunk sixteen. The Merry
passerine turned up and down the music.
Frank's going back, look around these filthy cowards.
I like to touch you, even though I already knew that you go fuck yourself. Frank
pay to drink and asks why the bitch does not speak ..... Are you an entrepreneur?

I am one who does things right.

The bitch seemed afraid of that answer, but he had already forgotten while he was drinking from my glass.

And 'I do not like to talk if I have nothing to say.

....

Frank is one of those who never looks into his eyes, it is only to watch but.
That evening he went home and did not come.

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Frank Zanchetti

As he drove back the car was agile, too, too many substances and alcohol in the circulation. Jacket and tie in more of a jelly roll. The alpha will stop at the side, I can not to drive, I do not want. Leans against the car and take the breeze of dawn, another night locked up in local open and lungs to breathe air that came over his head is compressed, the chrome body was cold, he had fallen in the club , had split his nose to a type ... because it made me angry? ... remember him just launched the drink in his head. And while the fact reweighed immediately understood that this life of sacrifice and harassment would become useful in times to come, was not afraid to kill. He had been offered a job: many, too much money, but it smelled like Frank, there was something that did not return, because all that money for a job so easy ... what was proposed was an overlap in full-time and could not come out easily .... he refused, but he has enemies, and people seemed tough.