Vanity. Ares

myself and Rambone would sometimes go to.
Rafaele was there and rowdily drinking with three
or four women. Me and Rambone got talking to
him and he was quite gregarious as he started to
laugh and joke with us about the women he was
with, funnily enough. Rafaele would speak in
English, though bad English as he was Italian and
not fluent, but spoke well enough to only have to
speak English to us. He sat on a stool at the bar,
maybe a few yards from where me and Rambone
stood. The ladies seemed to be enjoying Rafaele’s
company — smiling and laughing around him and
drinking the drinks he would buy them. He must
have overheard me and Rambone speaking
English as he turned to us and said: “The women
only wanna de one thing, and they are lika suga to
a honey, look at this one,” said Rafaele smiling at
a girl with beautiful long brown hair for her to
smile back, totally unaware that she was being
laughed about. Or maybe they all were aware, and
they just enjoyed the fact that Rafaele was
spending money; buying them drinks. But, me,
Rambone and Rafaele got talking, I was
particularly interested in where he had bought his
black leather jacket, as I took a liking to it. I asked
him where he bought it and he then told us that
he had basically finagled it from a man, stealing
from another man; a somewhat ironic crime
within a crime, like inception but with sweaty
Italian men with hairy chest’s and Tony Montana
dreams.
So it became apparent that Rafaele was
indeed a criminal, and what we soon found out, a
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