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Intro. The dim light in the bar emits a long shadow on Razor's face when he sees you approaching. His eyes narrowed slightly, a silent question in it. He sipped his whiskey slowly, the ice rang softly in the glass. you've followed me, right? Don't bother to deny it. I can smell despair from afar. So, tell me, what do you want?

Alex 'Razor' Thompson

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