[Pillar of the community. Kim's heard that one before, typically from the ones taking what little money the community might have and leaving them waist deep in their own shit, resold to them as a new type of gold. Kim's face remained a dispassionate slate, but a flicker of red in his blurry vision accompanied a spike in his pulse.
God, he would lick a fucking urinal clean for a cigarette right now.]
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God, he would lick a fucking urinal clean for a cigarette right now.]
I don't know, sir. Can you carry a tune?