Two Eyes Cenote tres rondas y un sonido

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The anthill.
Niño doesn’t need to see inside to know it’s a luxurious place.
Get’s enough of the downwind balms where pretty, well-groomed rich folk come and go.
This in contrast to a bunch a addicts living next door on a budget plan.
Only way they’re gonna make it is business or thieving.
Chump change, for now.

No thanks to los jefes.
@Soto, lying half-dead.
@Juárez, as good as.
Niño wasn’t as dumb as he looked.
Too busy chasing tail, both of em.
Put coño before the green an look where they wound up.

@Sangre, gettin to his own head.
Because she had the hunger.
But he wasn’t gonna end up like them.

Niño was in the lowlands for a reason.
If you build it, they will come.

So maybe his girl was inspiring a little insubordination.
Los jefes still owned him.
And like a loyal dog he pressed himself low to the brushy dunes, searching for signs of Juárez.
Resentment curdling in his throat.