You're sitting in your house on a cold night in 1989 Miami. You hear your phone ring. You pick it up. The person on the other end metaphorically tells you to go to a nightclub a few blocks away and kill everyone. No survivors. What are you waiting for? Mask up and go to your car. Phone guy: Bye! He hangs up.
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09/05/2025
Jacket/Rooster
11/05/2025
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18/05/2025
Jacket/Rooster
11/05/2025