By 9 am Cain has taken breakfast. He's done his speed, 3 bob marleys, a cuppa coffee and one cigarrette. He's sat at the table at the Hiltons restaurant in Guatemala. He is waiting for her, but Snake will not show up. He doesn't know that yet, of course. By 11 am Cain will be back to the room wondering. He'll find out soon she's gone, for bad, carryng in her perce, his master savings account password top secret never revealed number. Poor Cain, bye bye Valentino, bye bye bussines in India, bye bye restaurant in Bangok, bye bye moon light walks on the beach, bye bye me-be-gud-nigar-masar-bud-bud-ding-ding. Welcome to Mexico, where your money, your ass and soul is of ours, and ours is the americans.
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