We were dumped at the Tenderloin District.

It was almost instantaneously.

Max was cashed up.

He had plenty of notes.

The blacks hadn't burnt down the peep joints yet.

They wanted too.

'But they can't,' said Max, who also carried a bag of weapons.

We put up wire outside the strip joints, paid a few blacks to be security guard; once given directions, they are really good at following through with their orders.

'Fuck lugging furniture for five bucks an hour,' said one nigger. His name was Jeffrey.

'Are you that crazy fuck who was lugging furniture in the '90s?'

That's me, I said.

He was a negro and nice as apple pie.

'And if you keep those looters away from the Tenderloin,' I said, 'you'll be receiving a bonus.'

Jeffrey recruited more of his nigger brothers.

They were a great bunch of darkies who loved nothing better than fucking white cunt.

They also knew the rule of law, only fuck them once you paid upfront.

'That's why Langely loves you,' said Max as we entered one of the peep shows.


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