Yo yo,
It's your choom Flavio. Shitstorm's brewing - the kind where I gotta leave town (probably, like, for good). But I ain't leaving without throwing a leaving party, amirite? So come on by the safehouse for a dram and a drop - there'll be boys, girls, games, booze, bongs and silver platters, under-the-counter virtus. Not a word of this on the street or on the holo - if 6th Street catches a whiff of where I am, it's my head on that platter.
Flavio
