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    Tight on money while the world around me crumbles. Full of narcissism and hate and waiting for a fight. Hell he’ll faint from the sight of blood, the weak motherfucker with the Dough. The man with the plan might have the ideas but not the muscles or the heightened senses required for the street, for the walk, for the alley or on the clock.