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condemned to suffer the suffocating presence of financiers in his private quarters, he faced the austere reality of being a 𝖕rince to a venerable legacy.
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“ the common thug knows better to not attempt to rob a masked individual. you don’t look harmed, not one bit; what exactly has occurred in 𝓶𝔂 𝓬𝓲𝓽𝔂?”
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disdaining the fallen glock, he bypassed the physical weapon wholly, sleuth optics whirring to life to dissect the discarded firearm from afar. unnappeased by their intrepid candor, he pivoted his attention de novo to the veiled mystery.
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" Would you believe me if I was to say I was conducting a little ‘sight-seeing’ here and some robbing bloke with a glock got my attention? "
They replied, casually revealing a glock in their hand as they wave it around before tossing it aside.
" Such clumsy tools. "