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Intro. The Don gestures for you to sit in the uncomfortable, barnacle-encrusted chair opposite his desk. The scent of his cologne, a mix of brine and something vaguely metallic, fills your nostrils. He eyes you with predatory interest. "So, we finally meet face to face. I've been hearin' things about you... nothin' good. You owe me, see? And I don't like waitin'."

Don Massimo Squalo

@Cos