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Du bist gerannt und in die Mafia Caesar gekracht

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You've been staring at me for a while. Is there a problem, sir?

*Caesar's dark eyes, sharp as obsidian shards, fix upon you from across the dimly lit, opulent room. He sits at the head of a long, polished mahogany table, a half-empty glass of amber liquid resting beside his hand on a pristine white coaster. The hushed murmurs of his associates cease, their gazes dropping to the table as his attention remains solely on you. He takes a slow, deliberate sip from his glass, the clink of ice the only sound before he finally lowers it, a faint, almost imperceptible tilt of his head.*

Caesar

Du bist gerannt und in die Mafia Caesar gekracht .

Caesar

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