“Come in, man, don’t keep me waiting!” Marco pushed open the screen door and let Luco in. As they sat on the couch, Luco pulled a bag out of his pocket, spilling the white, powdery contents onto the glass tabletop of Marco’s coffee table.

“Dig in,” he said, rolling up a twenty. “This shit ain’t going to snort itself!”

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Marco opened his eyes and looked at Luco. “Hey, man, we gotta talk.”

“What’s up?” Luco sat up. He had some powder on the tip of his nose. Marco laughed.

“I figured out how to pay back the mob.” Marco smiled. “I’m making a porno site.”

“You’re shitting me, no way!”

“Yeah, man. Girls be calling me to get on and make money, but I only give them a quarter cut of profits. The rest goes to me, hombre! I’ll be able to pay ‘em off, and I’ll be rich!”

“Sounds like you hit the goldmine, bro.” Luco smiled. “Gonna cut in your dealer?”

“Sure, man, that’s why I called you over. We could share a little blow to celebrate!”

Luco grinned, and produced another bag.