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I'd want to be Bobby Brawler, a brooding psycho-path who left a trail of bodies behind him during a stint in Japan. My sadism would be my calling card and I'd be known for my godless violent lifestyle.
Probably though, I'd be a fucking manager at best. I'd be Bill Alfonso without the speech impediment or bad teeth. I think a manager who dressed like Hunter S. Thompson would be cool.
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