Marek looking for biznis?

Or looking for me? You decide.

The day after I whistled at him on the street Marek was outside Montys, also owned by the Pinocchio mob (cough, cough) sters, calling Arssi out onto the street, he asked him if he thinks it’s a good idea for him to peddle his ass in P’s.

Minutes later Arssi was back at the flat, waking me up and telling me the news. That was probably the only thing that . . .

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