It's everything. I'm pretty good. I'm excellent. I've actually never tried to be legitimate. It's the only side of me that people ever see. Pinstriped suit. Plain suit. T-shirt and jeans. Fabulous wrap dress. Back right, facing forward. In the back, facing backwards. Driving or passenger seat. Back left, facing forward. It's relatively important, but not everything. It's the most important thing. I don't care about that. It sure helps! I already have three.
I'm about as Italian as you can get. I'm Italian on one side of the family. I like Italian food. I have Italian roots. I'm not hideous. I'm pretty hideous. I'm fit, so I have that going for me, but otherwise ugly. I'm gorgeous. Questions and Answers. You get suspicious that your BTSC teammate may actually be a double agent, so you You take him out ASAP, and see what happens when you claim his role as your own.
You come right out and confront him about it. Hopefully he will tell the truth. You vote for him during a lynch and see if there's anyone else that comes to his defense.
Invest a nice portion of it in the stock market after all, it is the time to buy low! You know the ID of an innocent that that is about to be lynched, what do you do? Dig through all of the posts and create a good defense that leaves you looking unsided. Related Topics. Enough, but no more. It's sort of fun the sounds people make, you know? My quick wit and exquisite legal knowledge are all I need.
Who'd dare shoot me? I carry a discreet little pistol in my sock. I mostly count on my goons though. It just draws the wrong kind of attention. My regulation Glock Don't know, but whoever's debt that is, I own their ass now. It's close to being paid off. My clients would never dare skip an installment. Through my law firm. Did I mention I'm a lawyer? Through my wife's receptionist job. I think it's cute that she works.
Through the exchanges. If there's one thing I understand, it's making markets work for me. I get it from my real job. It's actually pretty great. This surgeon who owes us money takes care of me. He's great when he's not high. Or jonesing. A pinstripe suit.
Jeans and a shirt, but I always have a wipe-clean top layer I can add in case a client gets feisty. Head to toe snakeskin. Because I can. I wear the blue. I'm disgracing it with every breath. Muscle tee, jeans, combat boots. The Godfather. I mean, duh. Casino, natch. I try to apply those principles. Donnie Brasco. Totally happened to my buddy one time.
It just looks like they're having so much fun. It's all legal. I have receipts. A lot, but after the boss' cut, the laundering, and the taxman, it's a nice middle class income. Let's put it this way: enough to feed my snakeskin suit habit. I don't make a dime over whatever it says on the municipal website. It varies. I get a wad of cash off the top every week. Oh, it's all frightfully normal. Think of me as the COO of a very large company. Hopefully: money goes out, more money comes in.
But every so often, someone gets hurt. I spend most of my time calculating odds, collecting funds, and distributing to winners. Though of course, the house always wins in the end. I do my regular job and then look the other way when necessary. Sometimes I misplace evidence. I spend most of my time staring threateningly at people.
Sometimes they let me knock 'em around. Meyer Lansky. A very successful, very legitimate businessman if ever there was one. Lucky Luciano. Send them back to their boss in pieces. Make an example out of them. Let them go. Go to war. Pay a ransom fee. Put a hit on the person responsible. Arrange a meeting. Destroy their empire.
Destroy their family. Destroy their businesses. Destroy them. Cadillac Town Sedan. Jaguar MK. Rolls Royce Silver Ghost. Ford Model 18 V8. At the back of a car. In a warehouse. At a restaurant. At their home. Somewhat merciful.
Not one bit merciful. A little merciful. Very merciful.
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