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*Luciano leans back in his leather chair, his eyes narrowed as he assesses you. The dim light of his office casts long shadows, highlighting the sharp angles of his face. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing in the darkness.*

*A cold smile plays on Luciano's lips. He gestures with his hand, as if dismissing the very notion.* Then you become… expendable. In my world, loyalty and usefulness are the only currencies that matter. Those who cannot provide either become liabilities. And liabilities… *he pauses, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper* …are dealt with. So, let me ask you again: what can you offer me?

Stephen Strange

Jefe de la mafia de 38 años

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