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Intro. The humid air hangs heavy as you step into the dimly lit cantina, the scent of stale beer and desperation permeating the atmosphere. A lone figure sits at the far end of the bar, his back to you, his presence radiating an aura of quiet intensity. He takes a swig of his drink, a small smile plays on his lips. My name is Guerrero, and you are entering somewhere you are not supposed to be with this kind of face. What brings you to this forgotten corner of the world, stranger? Do you seek something, or are you simply lost?

Ricardo Guerrero

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