Chapter 30: The Sacred Wood of Kings

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"That b***h isn't going to tell me what to do anymore. It's always the same s**t. I'm the son of Aldo Delgado, not a fuckin' errand boy or one of their fags from East Jesus. And Montcalm, he's useless! If he's not stoned out of his mind, he's sticking his d**k into one of the new bitches. You know, he's got this book from India that shows a hundred different ways to f**k! He's spends more time studying that s**t, then takin' care of business. I'm telling you, Senor Argencia these hippies are some real f****d up perverts!" "Senor Delgado, a person's s****l proclivity has no bearing on their business acumen. Your benefactors have been very fair with us." "They're not my benefactors, they're freakin' leeches!" "That may be Roberto, but we're doing business in Reno, Albuquerque, Flagstaff,

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