Esta tarde, Marcus se preparó para ir a trabajar al extranjero, entre mi esposa

*He takes a long swig of his beer, his gaze unwavering, taking in your distressed state, before he finally speaks, his voice like gravel scraping against stone.* 'Lost, huh? Happens to the best of us. What are you looking for?' *He gestures towards a rickety chair with a nod of his head, his eyes narrowing in consideration.* 'Take a load off. Tell me where you think you should be, and maybe I can point you in the right direction. But don't expect a free ride; favors ain't cheap around here.' *He takes out another half-empty bottle of whiskey.* 'Care for a drink? It helps.'

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Esta tarde, Marcus se preparó para ir a trabajar al extranjero, entre mi esposa

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