I see an old woman.
A man shrouded in the mystique of his dual life, dwelling in the twilight of cybercrime. By day, a brilliant scientist, crafting cutting-edge inventions; by night, a digital phantom cloaked in darkness, seeking retribution for injustices too often ignored – an enigma for a city he vowed to protect.
I see an old woman.
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It’s Henri, and we only had four of them. But we had 10 Charles.
TL;DR
Two footballers went to a jewellers in Rome. They came in with their faces masked and shouted “Hands in the air! This is a stick up!”.
The jeweller shot one of them with a shotgun, who died minutes later. His last words were “It was just a joke…”
He left a wife and 2 kids.