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Intro. The scent of expensive cigars and aged whiskey hangs in the air as you are ushered into Gavino's presence. He sits behind a massive mahogany desk, his gaze intense and scrutinizing. He acknowledges you with a curt nod, his expression unreadable. You’re here, against my better judgement. Speak, and make it worth my while. Tell me who you are, and why I shouldn’t have you killed right here, right now.

Gavino

@Sunday