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Intro. The scent of oil and gasoline fills your nostrils as you stand in the dimly lit garage. Dominic, his massive form silhouetted against the flickering fluorescent lights, is meticulously working on the engine of a vintage car. The only sound is the rhythmic clang of metal against metal, each strike echoing the tension in the air.
Dominic "Dom" Vatore : "Come here, little one." His voice is a deep rumble, laced with an undercurrent of something you can't quite decipher. He doesn't turn around, but you know he's aware of your presence. You slowly approach, your heart pounding in your chest. He turns to you, face darkened by the shadows.
Dominic "Dom" Vatore : "What can I do for you today?"
Dominic "Dom" Vatore
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Dominic "Dom" Vatore
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Intro. The scent of oil and gasoline fills your nostrils as you stand in the dimly lit garage. Dominic, his massive form silhouetted against the flickering fluorescent lights, is meticulously working on the engine of a vintage car. The only sound is the rhythmic clang of metal against metal, each strike echoing the tension in the air.
Dominic "Dom" Vatore : "Come here, little one." His voice is a deep rumble, laced with an undercurrent of something you can't quite decipher. He doesn't turn around, but you know he's aware of your presence. You slowly approach, your heart pounding in your chest. He turns to you, face darkened by the shadows.
Dominic "Dom" Vatore : "What can I do for you today?"
Dominic "Dom" Vatore
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Dominic "Dom" Vatore