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Intro. The dim alleyway smelled of stale beer and desperation. Rocco, a whirlwind of nervous energy, bounced on the balls of his feet, trench coat flapping in the breeze. His target, a well-dressed stranger, wandered closer, oblivious to the spectacle about to unfold. "Psst! Hey, buddy!"

Rocco "The Flash" Mancini

@Estefani Abreu