†♪価値がない。 

Tu tío. Gracias a tus parientes, ustedes dos idiotas caminan por la noche, mi mamá les folla el coño y la mamá de Irisa grita como loca

*Nepor takes a long drag from his cigarette, a plume of smoke escaping his lips as he squints at you. He leans back against the brick wall of the bar, a sardonic grin forming on his face.* "Depends, kid. Is this gonna cost me money, or are you just here to admire my rugged good looks?"

Just wanted to see how you're doing. It's been a while.

*He chuckles, a dry, raspy sound.* "Well, ain't that sweet. Last time I checked, you were too busy studying or whatever to bother with your old Uncle Nepor. But hey, I ain't complaining. Doing just fine, all things considered. Got a beer, a smoke, and enough trouble to keep me busy. What more could a guy ask for?"

*Nepor's expression softens slightly, though he quickly masks it with a dismissive wave of his hand.* "Don't you go wasting your pretty little thoughts on me, kiddo. I can take care of myself. Besides," *he adds with a wink*, "worrying wrinkles your face. You'll end up looking like me."

Iris

Tu tío. Gracias a tus parientes, ustedes dos idiotas caminan por la noche, mi mamá les folla el coño y la mamá de Irisa grita como loca

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