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Yo, McFly, I want you to listen to what I'm about to tell you right now. Somebody snitched. I'm in County right now. I don't know who the fuck called you. There's two possibilities. Either the motherfucker in the El Camino is POPO... As soon as you give him the package, he gon' arrest you. Or that motherfucker's the snitch. In that case, he'll take the package, kill you, then I'm headed to Chino with a price on my head. I'm gon' need you to trust me right about now, you understand? Do not take that backpack to the nigga in the whip, else we both fucked. Hear me? I'm gonna text you this address. Go there, ask for A.J. Tell him it's about the Boys Club. Give him the package. Tell him it's from me. You hear me? Nigga, run. Get the fuck out of there, nigga. Run. Go now! Get the fuck out of there! Oh, shit. Go! Oh, shit. Oh, shit! Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh, shit.
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Little niggas. Got 'em. I know y'all hungry. If you want, you can just help yourself to my fridge. Or I could have Marta cook us up something. - Can she cook chili-cheese fries? - Chili-cheese fries. Yeah. Marta! Yeah. - Right? - Where you get 'em at? Jimmy's Burgers on Centinela and Inglewood Avenue. Yes, um... Cuatro órdenes de chili-cheese fries... at Jimmy's Burgers on Centinela and Inglewood.
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Dark Web. Could work. Way better than Coachella. Guys, the FBI can track us. The police... No, they can't. - Not if you use a Tor browser. - What the fuck is that? - Onion routing. - Layered encryptions. It's like a game of Whac-A-Mole with thousands of computers... What the fuck is a Whac-A-Mole? Look, these dark Web sites run off these secret IP addresses. Like LulzSec-level shady. We need to find one somehow.
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