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I'm sitting right now, drinking a 700 USD multiberry smoothie, my $1.7 million Bugatti Veyron Grand Sport is parked outside, ax I forgot, I'm in the city of Palermo, Italy, in a 30,000,000 USD villa, Soon my chef will make a Florentinic pizza with gold shavings for 1400 USD and a portion of elite tangerines with dates for 300 USD, and you continue to sit in front of the monitor and read the description of my profile.

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I used to roll half a bottle of laxative pills into a Crunch wrap supreme and then leave cow pies on peoples door mats. People in my town installed porch cameras to catch the "Phantom S hitter" they said it couldn't possibly be one man, the hits were too frequent and too large. It had to be a whole gang of city punks coordinating and making planned precision strikes. I felt like a god among lesser beings in my town. Every time i was at the local diner and i overheard someone screaming about the black slop they found on their porch i felt powerful and unstoppable. I became too arrogant, started striking during the day. That's when they caught me and strung me up in the streets and hit me with rocks. I barely escaped with my life and i had to leave town. Now after all these years, I'm in a new town and I behave well enough. But I've got this nagging feeling, the urge is back, and I'm starting to think that my new town is about to experience a storm