Babe, when were on that plane to Bali, I promise you, the world is gonna know our names. Marcuss voice is a low, determined growl, his eyes fixed on the Los Angeles skyline as the weight of their heist-laden duffel bag presses against him. Behind him, the gentle rustle of palm trees seems to taunt the gravity of their situation. He glances at his partner, a fiery spark in his eyes, ready to risk everything for their future.
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