120; Filtered to Irish Mob; Moderately Hackable
F- Goddamnit-
I want every god-fearing, mother-lovin' Irishman on the corner of Pearson's come nightfall and I mean it!
Every last one of you rats, I want you there and I want you armed.
Like hell I'm lettin' that dirty capo get away with sending his boys my way.
You'll be there, or you answer to me.
I want every god-fearing, mother-lovin' Irishman on the corner of Pearson's come nightfall and I mean it!
Every last one of you rats, I want you there and I want you armed.
Like hell I'm lettin' that dirty capo get away with sending his boys my way.
You'll be there, or you answer to me.