The seventh guest who to walk through the doors of our bar is a hitman, a professional assassin for hire. For a lot of people, his face is the last thing they see before they die, and you’d think that it should instill fear, but in truth he’s not much different from anyone else here. He’s your usual cargo shorts and BBQ kind of guy who lives next door, he’ll tell you a joke if you ask, maybe he’ll even smile. Plus, he’s not on business here. He’s here to get drunk.
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