To kill retarded drama over AI images, I´m posting my waifu.
>>10069138In the dimly lit cabin of a private jet, La Jefa sat in a plush leather chair, papers on the foldable tray in front of her. She was glancing through a list of profiles: Her eyes scanning each name and photograph with an intense, calculating focus.
The cartel leader needed to ensure that his business went of without a hitch, and that meant being able to identify any potential threats or obstacles at Spaghetti Town.
Her eyes narrowed as he came across a name that gave her pause. She focused on the photograph, studying the face intently, trying to place it in her memory. She couldn't quite recall where She had seen this person before, but something about the photograph set off alarm bells in her mind.
She quickly searched through her contacts, pulling up a file on the individual in question. As she read through the dossier, her suspicions were confirmed. This person was no other than Officer Porkchop.
The cartel leader's jaw clenched as she closed the laptop and took a deep breath. Padre told her the stories of Porkchop in the 90´s. He was ruthless, and the very reason why they didn´t operate in Spaghetti Town directly, depending on vendors. Gringo police shot to kill. She thought for a second about subverting the local business, putting them against the police. But that thought was washed away when she noticed that in every photo, Porkchop was within the local stores: Dunkin´, Domino's, In-n-Out...surely developing the locals’ rapport. He clearly was as good as Padre warned. She´ll have to avoid the police at all costs.
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