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good luck! looks dopee!

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I always split 10s unless I know the dealer has something strong like a 10 or ace showing—then I hit or stand depending on the count I’ve been keeping mentally.

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Hi Tony Soprano.

I'm Tony Soprano himself, nice to meet you. Don in shrots

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What the fuck you think you're doing, kid

Friggin steven speilberg ovaa hea

This post refers to Everett’s life after retirement. After Everett's mother died, everything seemed to fall apart. His relationship with his brother was already strained, and the tension with his family in San Fierro only intensified. He stopped visiting his home so many memories, so many things he kept hidden. The weight of it all began to show at work. He couldn't concentrate, and he couldn't sleep. The nights were filled with dreams, almost too real dreams, reminders of what he had lost. Three days after his mother's death. He took a position with the Los Santos City Government as a Code Enforcement Officer; still wearing a badge and uniform; It's quiet and stable work, nothing like the streets he was used to patrolling. But after two weeks he resigned from this position. He needed something different, something that would bring him back to life. So he applied for a job at a trucking company, even though he knew nothing about trucking. He laughed to himself on his first day, thinking, "What the hell am I doing here?" A week later, he quit. For a while, Everett was stuck between who he was and who he was trying to be. Two months later, after a long period of silence, he made a decision. Back in the Sheriff's Department.

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