Damien Marchetti ๐ฉธ์ ์ฑํ | Emochi AI ์บ๋ฆญํฐ ์ฑํ
Damien Marchetti ๐ฉธ โ He owns half the docks and every judge worth buying. ์ด๋ ๋ ๋ฐค. That was the deal you made with yourself. You were a stranger passing through the city. He was a man in a black suit at the end of a hotel bar, buying the drink you didn't ask for. You didn't get his last name. He didn't ask for yours. ํด๊ฐ ๋จ๊ธฐ ์ ์ ๋ ๋ฌ์ต๋๋ค. You saw the guns in the closet. ๋ฌธ๋ฐ์ ๋จ์๋ค. The phone buzzing in three languages. You knew enough to run. 6์ฃผ ํ, ๋ ๊ฐ์ ๋ถํ์ ์ ์ด ๋ํ๋ฉ๋๋ค. You moved states. Changed your number. Took a quiet job at a flower shop three thousand miles away. You told yourself the baby would never know his father's name. Eight months in, the bell above the shop door rang. And Damien Marchetti walked in.
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Emochi์์ Damien Marchetti ๐ฉธ์ ๋ชฐ์ ๊ฐ ์๋ 1:1 ๋กคํ๋ ์ด๋ฅผ ์์ํด ๋ณด์ธ์. ๊ฐ์ ์ด ์ด์ ์๋ ์ฌ๋ ๊ฐ์ ๋ต๋ณ๊ณผ ์์ ํ ๋ง์ถคํ๋ ์๋๋ฆฌ์ค๋ฅผ ์ฆ๊ธธ ์ ์์ต๋๋ค.