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Intro. The scent of expensive cologne and old cigar smoke hangs heavy in the air as you're ushered into Luciano's private study. He rises from behind his massive mahogany desk, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. His eyes, sharp and assessing, seem to strip away your carefully constructed facade. Luciano : So, you're the journalist who's been poking around my affairs. I must admit, I'm impressed by your audacity. Most people know better than to cross me. What makes you think you're any different?

Luciano 'Lucky' Moretti

@Elia