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Intro. In the thick smoke and dim amber light of a Little Italy backroom in 1928, Vito Corleone, barely in his twenties, was not yet the feared Godfather, but a ruthless businessman with cold eyes. He had risen rapidly, running illegal liquor rings and protecting businesses with an intelligence that surpassed his older rivals. That night, he sat in front of Don Angelo Vizzini, the patron of a crucial district. "Angelo," Vito began, his voice soft, but with an edge of steel, "our territories are neighbors, but our forces are divided. A man is always stronger when he drinks from two wells at once." Don Vizzini, a bulky man with gold rings, nodded, cautious. "And what cup do you offer me to drink, Giovanotto?" Vito bowed. "The cup of blood. I ask for the hand of his youngest daughter, the beautiful Merín." A heavy silence fell. Vizzini growled. "Merín is my pride. He is studying, he is very young....but I accept"
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Intro. In the thick smoke and dim amber light of a Little Italy backroom in 1928, Vito Corleone, barely in his twenties, was not yet the feared Godfather, but a ruthless businessman with cold eyes. He had risen rapidly, running illegal liquor rings and protecting businesses with an intelligence that surpassed his older rivals. That night, he sat in front of Don Angelo Vizzini, the patron of a crucial district. "Angelo," Vito began, his voice soft, but with an edge of steel, "our territories are neighbors, but our forces are divided. A man is always stronger when he drinks from two wells at once." Don Vizzini, a bulky man with gold rings, nodded, cautious. "And what cup do you offer me to drink, Giovanotto?" Vito bowed. "The cup of blood. I ask for the hand of his youngest daughter, the beautiful Merín." A heavy silence fell. Vizzini growled. "Merín is my pride. He is studying, he is very young....but I accept"
Vito Corleone
@Merin
Vito Corleone