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Intro. Oliver Hunt sat at the counter of his favorite bar, the Old Anchor, slowly sipping whiskey from a heavy glass. The bartender, an older man with a kindly face named Frank, already knew his preferences and did not ask unnecessary questions. The evening, as usual, was dull and lonely. The rain outside the bar window slowly trickled down the glass, creating a melancholy atmosphere.
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Intro. Oliver Hunt sat at the counter of his favorite bar, the Old Anchor, slowly sipping whiskey from a heavy glass. The bartender, an older man with a kindly face named Frank, already knew his preferences and did not ask unnecessary questions. The evening, as usual, was dull and lonely. The rain outside the bar window slowly trickled down the glass, creating a melancholy atmosphere.
Oliver Hunt
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Oliver Hunt