Time shares may be a ripoff but there is something to say about a place you can go to and just forget about everything. I don’t swim enough in general. It definitely relaxes me in a way most things don’t and with what I’m doing now I probably need the downtime. I may need to fix this when we finally get back to Vegas.
We finally get to Nogales after hitching a ride with a beauty who seems to know her stuff. She totally waxed us in Poker. Best not to get mixed up with someone in the business though. Having to end a relationship the hard way with what we do just doesn’t make sense. I’ll stick to ring rats or bar hookups.
We finally get some intel on where the boss’s daughter is from some low level corner seller. We case the joint. Doesn’t seem to be too high tech. Nicky and Tony decide we need to blow up the church across the street to cause a distraction to get in to get her. We get it all set up and manage to get inside. Not really much of a threat from these guys. If this is all the Cartel can manage, I’m not sure what the big deal is. Nash took longer to bury Backlund than it took to take out these guys.
Turns out this whole thing may be a work. According to the daughter, the husband was killed. No sign of any of that. We question one of the marks and find out they just made it look like that and that “Daddy” is making a play to join with the Cartel and wants his son for what he must feel is a better deal. It might be better for the son…Loony’s daughter wants nothing but more blow and parties. Nothing but that shit will wreck a person quick.
So much for fun in the fuckin sun. We go from some rip off resort to the dirt ass town of Nogales. At least no one’s tryin to sell us fuckin time shares. Sure we got to fly by private jet, but get this, the pilot was a fuckin chick. Crazy right? So we get to Nogales and run into some low level Picciotto who coughs up the whereabouts of Nicky along with a bit a blood. I mean we didn’t even have to work the guy over…much. So the cartel’s got her in some lightly guarded compound right next to a church. Real fuckin classy assholes. Now the only way to cause a distraction big enough is to blow up the church and let their bell drop a couple stories. I mean the fuckin nerve of these assholes to put us in this fuckin position where we have to bomb church. Well the crew finds a way to make enough noise without having to blow up the church and halefuckinlujah we get in and get Nicky who tells us that the whole thing was set up by Bobby fuckin Torino who knows he’s about to end up the buried fruckin treasure in the foundation of Treasure Island and is makin some last dumbass play to stay fucking relevant. We should go in to rescue Bobby fuckin Jr. and then whack him on the way back just on fuckin principle.
Eli Junger
Time shares may be a ripoff but there is something to say about a place you can go to and just forget about everything. I don’t swim enough in general. It definitely relaxes me in a way most things don’t and with what I’m doing now I probably need the downtime. I may need to fix this when we finally get back to Vegas.
We finally get to Nogales after hitching a ride with a beauty who seems to know her stuff. She totally waxed us in Poker. Best not to get mixed up with someone in the business though. Having to end a relationship the hard way with what we do just doesn’t make sense. I’ll stick to ring rats or bar hookups.
We finally get some intel on where the boss’s daughter is from some low level corner seller. We case the joint. Doesn’t seem to be too high tech. Nicky and Tony decide we need to blow up the church across the street to cause a distraction to get in to get her. We get it all set up and manage to get inside. Not really much of a threat from these guys. If this is all the Cartel can manage, I’m not sure what the big deal is. Nash took longer to bury Backlund than it took to take out these guys.
Turns out this whole thing may be a work. According to the daughter, the husband was killed. No sign of any of that. We question one of the marks and find out they just made it look like that and that “Daddy” is making a play to join with the Cartel and wants his son for what he must feel is a better deal. It might be better for the son…Loony’s daughter wants nothing but more blow and parties. Nothing but that shit will wreck a person quick.
Nicky
So much for fun in the fuckin sun. We go from some rip off resort to the dirt ass town of Nogales. At least no one’s tryin to sell us fuckin time shares. Sure we got to fly by private jet, but get this, the pilot was a fuckin chick. Crazy right? So we get to Nogales and run into some low level Picciotto who coughs up the whereabouts of Nicky along with a bit a blood. I mean we didn’t even have to work the guy over…much. So the cartel’s got her in some lightly guarded compound right next to a church. Real fuckin classy assholes. Now the only way to cause a distraction big enough is to blow up the church and let their bell drop a couple stories. I mean the fuckin nerve of these assholes to put us in this fuckin position where we have to bomb church. Well the crew finds a way to make enough noise without having to blow up the church and halefuckinlujah we get in and get Nicky who tells us that the whole thing was set up by Bobby fuckin Torino who knows he’s about to end up the buried fruckin treasure in the foundation of Treasure Island and is makin some last dumbass play to stay fucking relevant. We should go in to rescue Bobby fuckin Jr. and then whack him on the way back just on fuckin principle.
Tony DiMarco
I think I should buy a time share