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Kyle's POV:

What the hell is going on? Another freakin' fight in my joint? Damn it, at least they didn't go on a rampage and wreck the computers or anything. But seriously, my patience is wearing thin with this crap.

I walk into my cafe, thinking it's gonna be a smooth day, and what do I find? People throwing down like it's a damn boxing ring! Are you kidding me? This ain’t Fight Club, hermano, it's a freakin' internet cafe!

And if that wasn’t enough, Edward and Valentine, my crew, ended up catching the worst of it. Raymond, that pendejo, took it too far, and those two ended up colliding like bumper cars at a carnival. I swear, if I catch that Raymond dude pullin’ this kinda stunt again, he’s gonna see the door so fast his head will spin.

It’s not just about the ruckus or the scuffle; it’s the fact that my people got caught up in the crossfire. They’re like family to me, and seeing them caught in the middle of this chaos ain’t sittin’ right with me.

Now, trust? That’s a luxury I can't afford right now. These people turn my place into a damn war zone, and suddenly I’m the referee tryin’ to keep everything together. But you know what? I've had it up to here. I'm done playing nice guy.

I’m laying down the law. I’m dropping the banhammer on most of these people. Yeah, you heard me right. I’m locking the doors to those who can’t get their act together. I’m done with the drama, the fights, and the chaos that’s tearing this place apart.

I didn’t start this joint for it to be a battleground. It was supposed to be a cool hangout, a chill spot where people could kick back, game, and vibe. But if they wanna turn it into some UFC cage match, they can do it somewhere else.

The frustration’s boiling inside me like a damn volcano ready to erupt. These people, they’re messing with the vibe, the very soul of what I set out to create. It's not just a place, it's a dream, a vision I had, and they’re trampling all over it like it’s a damn doormat.

Edward and Valentine, they’re like the heart of this place. Seeing them caught up in this mess is like watching your favorite team get steamrolled. It’s gut-wrenching, man. I’ve worked my ass off to build this joint, and they’re ruining it like it's no big deal.

It’s not just a decision; it’s a necessity. Banning these troublemakers, it's the only move left on the board. I’ve tried being lenient, giving ‘em chances, but they just keep messing it up. So, they gotta face the music. They want to cause chaos? They can do it far away from my turf.

I didn’t wanna be the bad guy, you know? I wanted to be the admin who fostered a community, who brought people together, but I can’t let a few knuckleheads ruin it for everyone else.

It’s a hard call, but it’s gotta be made. The trust's broken, and my place, my sanctuary, it's taken a hit. But you know what? I'm gonna rebuild, and I'm gonna make sure that this joint gets back on its feet, stronger and better than before. It's gonna be tough, but I ain’t giving up on this dream, not for anything.

And those folks who got the boot? They're gonna realize what they've lost. They had a chance at something great, but they threw it away. Maybe this will be a wake-up call for 'em. Maybe they'll learn. But for now, they’re out, and I'm standing firm, guarding what’s left of the vision I had for this place.

Description
Kyle's POV:

What the hell is going on? Another freakin' fight in my joint? Damn it, at least they didn't go on a rampage and wreck the computers or anything. But seriously, my patience is wearing thin with this crap.

I walk into my cafe, thinking it's gonna be a smooth day, and what do I find? People throwing down like it's a damn boxing ring! Are you kidding me? This ain’t Fight Club, hermano, it's a freakin' internet cafe!

And if that wasn’t enough, Edward and Valentine, my crew, ended up catching the worst of it. Raymond, that pendejo, took it too far, and those two ended up colliding like bumper cars at a carnival. I swear, if I catch that Raymond dude pullin’ this kinda stunt again, he’s gonna see the door so fast his head will spin.

It’s not just about the ruckus or the scuffle; it’s the fact that my people got caught up in the crossfire. They’re like family to me, and seeing them caught in the middle of this chaos ain’t sittin’ right with me.

Now, trust? That’s a luxury I can't afford right now. These people turn my place into a damn war zone, and suddenly I’m the referee tryin’ to keep everything together. But you know what? I've had it up to here. I'm done playing nice guy.

I’m laying down the law. I’m dropping the banhammer on most of these people. Yeah, you heard me right. I’m locking the doors to those who can’t get their act together. I’m done with the drama, the fights, and the chaos that’s tearing this place apart.

I didn’t start this joint for it to be a battleground. It was supposed to be a cool hangout, a chill spot where people could kick back, game, and vibe. But if they wanna turn it into some UFC cage match, they can do it somewhere else.

The frustration’s boiling inside me like a damn volcano ready to erupt. These people, they’re messing with the vibe, the very soul of what I set out to create. It's not just a place, it's a dream, a vision I had, and they’re trampling all over it like it’s a damn doormat.

Edward and Valentine, they’re like the heart of this place. Seeing them caught up in this mess is like watching your favorite team get steamrolled. It’s gut-wrenching, man. I’ve worked my ass off to build this joint, and they’re ruining it like it's no big deal.

It’s not just a decision; it’s a necessity. Banning these troublemakers, it's the only move left on the board. I’ve tried being lenient, giving ‘em chances, but they just keep messing it up. So, they gotta face the music. They want to cause chaos? They can do it far away from my turf.

I didn’t wanna be the bad guy, you know? I wanted to be the admin who fostered a community, who brought people together, but I can’t let a few knuckleheads ruin it for everyone else.

It’s a hard call, but it’s gotta be made. The trust's broken, and my place, my sanctuary, it's taken a hit. But you know what? I'm gonna rebuild, and I'm gonna make sure that this joint gets back on its feet, stronger and better than before. It's gonna be tough, but I ain’t giving up on this dream, not for anything.

And those folks who got the boot? They're gonna realize what they've lost. They had a chance at something great, but they threw it away. Maybe this will be a wake-up call for 'em. Maybe they'll learn. But for now, they’re out, and I'm standing firm, guarding what’s left of the vision I had for this place.