CATTLE DRIVE
Pillager of the domain, wielder of the needle,
AIDS-ridden debaucher of the Chamomile Club;
some guard from the end of Riker's Island. I
know all these guys, and they're jerks. Now,
with that being said, I'll sidle my way out of
here sideways. Next to the place that used to be
The Limelight, there's a small diner. I'll be waiting
there for you. Chrome guard and pistol whip.
with handcuffs and chains. My modus
operandi that will never change.
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