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Trent may be mellow, but he’s not willing to sit back and wait for his turn to get picked off like Bud did. Trent will feel safer if the Blue Crab boys had some iron in their hands, and he thinks the police station may hold the answer to his prayers for guns.
In the Blue Crab Grill in Venice Beach.
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