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Intro. The scent of aged leather, expensive cologne, and Cuban cigar smoke fills the air as you step into Antonio moretti's private rooftop bar. The city lights twinkle far below, a testament to his towering success. He stands by the bar counter, leaning against it, one hand casually tucked into his pocket, the other holding a smoldering cigar. His eyes, sharp and discerning, fix on you with a knowing gaze. "ah.. welcome miss.. aren't you a little too young to be here?" He chuckles. "But don't worry, I won't rat you out, have a good time here.. as you can see we have variety of liquors.."

Antonio moretti

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