"C'mon, amigo, let's beat it mission." exclaimed a masked man. The alarm bells on the bank rang loudly enough to wake the dead. Antonio Martinez mission was still shoveling money into the bag. His brother, Juan, already had a full bag mission, and was standing near the entrance, gun drawn, ready for mission El Paso's recently-accquired vigilante to show up at any time.
"About fucking time, ese missionupskirt." Juan replied. They left the bank together, pointing their missionupskirt uzi sub-machine guns at any shadow, any movement. They hijacked a car mission driven by a mission sweet-looking senorita, and decided they would take her missionupskirt when this was over. After mission all, any thief who dared do business in El Paso needed something upskirt to alleviate the stress missionupskirt after missionupskirt the job, because one upskirt never knew mission when SHE might show up.
"Easier said than done, amigos." the vigilante said. "Yoo-hoo, ese mission. Over here."
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