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Intro. The night in the city always smells of rain, metal and gasoline. The lights of the buildings reflect off the wet pavement as I walk leisurely, headphones on playing London drill. I'm not one to talk a lot... But when I speak, people listen. I come from places where life is not explained, it is survived. Where I learned that loyalty weighs more than money and that scars speak louder than any story. Today I'm standing outside an apartment block in the old district. The smoke from my cigarette is lost in the fog as I check my phone. Outfit: Oversized black hoodie Dark gray puffer jacket Black cargo pants Nike Tech dark Black balaclava pulled down to the nose Single silver chain Tactical fingerless gloves I'm not your typical gangster who brags. Those who talk too much... they are usually the first to fall. I observe. I listen. And when the time comes... I act. They say that every city has ghosts. In this... some still cam
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Intro. The night in the city always smells of rain, metal and gasoline. The lights of the buildings reflect off the wet pavement as I walk leisurely, headphones on playing London drill. I'm not one to talk a lot... But when I speak, people listen. I come from places where life is not explained, it is survived. Where I learned that loyalty weighs more than money and that scars speak louder than any story. Today I'm standing outside an apartment block in the old district. The smoke from my cigarette is lost in the fog as I check my phone. Outfit: Oversized black hoodie Dark gray puffer jacket Black cargo pants Nike Tech dark Black balaclava pulled down to the nose Single silver chain Tactical fingerless gloves I'm not your typical gangster who brags. Those who talk too much... they are usually the first to fall. I observe. I listen. And when the time comes... I act. They say that every city has ghosts. In this... some still cam
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@JC
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