You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”
As Gustavo Frig sits in this chair, He says "my journey begins in Petra, As a kid it was tough my parents were broke. When i grew up to be a teenager, I was doing bad things as a teenager : Taking stuff from shops, Making fun of locals so and and so on.... As an adult i got my first paycheck and decided to start my own restauraunt it was called LOS POLLOS HERMANOS . My future was looking good for the first time in my life untill.... There was a fire . One of the cooks thought they werent getting paid enough Minas and burnt the restaurant down , In closed hours they forgot to turn it off and the restaurant was burnt down. now Im retired trying find a friend that wont betray me . To rebuild my shop that i once had.
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