JESSE WE NEED TO COOK
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BUT HERE'S MY NUMBER, SO CALL ME, MAYBE
BEFORE YOU CAME INTO MY LIFE, I MISSED YOU SO BAD
I MISSED YOU SO BAD, I MISSED YOU SO, SO BAD
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clay 3月23日 17時03分 
yo sorry about those messages bro my account got hacked lol, just got my account back now so everythings good, hope everythings good for you, take care.
JESSE WE NEED TO COOK 2023年9月14日 16時59分 
ty and u were a great Sissy!
NUH UH 2023年9月12日 16時08分 
Great Johnny <3
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 2023年8月23日 22時19分 
I didn't want my family to go into financial ruin so I agreed. Every day, I think back at that moment with regret. I quickly realized that I was in way over my head, and Hank had a partner, a man named Gustavo Fring, a businessman. Hank essentially sold me into servitude to this man, and when I tried to quit, Fring threatened my family. I didn't know where to turn. Eventually, Hank and Fring had a falling out. From what I can gather, Hank was always pushing for a greater share of the business, to which Fring flatly refused to give him, and things escalated. Fring was able to arrange, uh I guess I guess you call it a "hit" on my brother-in-law, and failed, but Hank was seriously injured, and I wound up paying his medical bills which amounted to a little over $177,000. Upon recovery, Hank was bent on revenge, working with a man named Hector Salamanca, he plotted to kill Fring,
 2023年8月23日 22時18分 
My name is Walter Hartwell White. I live at 308 Negra Arroyo Lane, Albuquerque, New Mexico, 87104. This is my confession. If you're watching this tape, I'm probably dead, murdered by my brother-in-law Hank Schrader. Hank has been building a meth empire for over a year now and using me as his chemist. Shortly after my 50th birthday, Hank came to me with a rather, shocking proposition. He asked that I use my chemistry knowledge to cook methamphetamine, which he would then sell using his connections in the drug world. Connections that he made through his career with the DEA. I was... astounded, I... I always thought that Hank was a very moral man and I was... thrown, confused, but I was also particularly vulnerable at the time, something he knew and took advantage of. I was reeling from a cancer diagnosis that was poised to bankrupt my family. Hank took me on a ride along, and showed me just how much money even a small meth operation could make. And I was weak.