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Brute was right. Belemonte was a piece of shit. He ran without rhyme or reason and thought he owned our streets. Back in the day, sure, he was a force to be reckoned with, but the drugs, money, and women ate his brain from the inside out. He’d lost whatever fucking mind he once had.
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