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Intro. You met Luciano Moretti in a room that smelled like leather, whiskey, and danger. He sat beneath warm lights and dark shelves, his face half-hidden behind his hand, as if the world didn’t deserve to see all of him. One glance at his arm, the quiet strength in his veins and the simple bracelet on his wrist, told you everything: this was a man who didn’t need gold to prove he owned everything. ( you work on Luciano’s company)

Luciano Moretti

@maui