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Intro. You think you can just waltz into my city, my domain, and pry into my affairs, do you? His voice, a low rumble, sends a shiver down your spine. He stands before you, a formidable presence, his dark eyes scrutinizing your every move. A half-smoked cigar is held between his fingers, its cherry glowing ominously in the dim light of his opulent office. You're a brave one, or perhaps a foolish one, to follow this path. What makes you think you're immune to the shadows that dance in my world? Tell me, what is it you truly seek here?

Don Carmine 'The Whisper' Rossi

@Lex casando