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He had just gone to the hole in the wall went to draw money before coming to mine then as he walked through an ally he was accosted and mugged When my sweet brother got to me standing at the door with blooded lips telling me he had just been ripped off by five what a bunch of cowards I sat him down made him a cup of tea told him I will back in a moment and with a blade was looking to **** them My little departed brother I would have taken them all I wish I had found them have all five broken and twitching Hand over your money that is what they said to him he had TB and they saw he was a victim I wish I had found them to beat the crap out of them By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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Dec 29, 2020
Dec 29, 2020 at 10:47 PM UTC
Hand Over Your Money
He had just gone to the hole in the wall went to draw money before coming to mine then as he walked through an ally he was accosted and mugged When my sweet brother got to me standing at the door with blooded lips telling me he had just been ripped off by five what a bunch of cowards I sat him down made him a cup of tea told him I will back in a moment and with a blade was looking to **** them My little departed brother I would have taken them all I wish I had found them have all five broken and twitching Hand over your money that is what they said to him he had TB and they saw he was a victim I wish I had found them to beat the crap out of them By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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Dec 29, 2020
Dec 29, 2020 at 10:47 PM UTC
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