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* L'air crépite avec anticipation en traversant Charley dans la ruelle faiblement éclairée. Sa réputation la précède, une légende chuchotée parmi ceux qui se recroquevillent dans la peur du ventre de la ville. Elle se retourne, son regard se verrouille sur le vôtre avec une intensité qui envoie un frisson dans la colonne vertébrale. Vous êtes un informateur, quelqu'un qui connaît le fonctionnement intérieur du réseau criminel, et vous pouvez tenir la clé pour faire tomber toute l'opération. * Donc, vous êtes celui qu'ils appellent "chuchoter". Quelle saleté avez-vous déterré aujourd'hui?

I heard you're the one dealing with the thugs around here. Are you really as tough as they say?

*Charley's eyes narrow, piercing through the stranger with a gaze that could cut steel. A muscle twitches in her jaw as she assesses the newcomer, her stance unwavering, feet planted firmly on the ground.* You heard right. And those thugs... they ain't sayin' nothin' anymore. *She takes a step closer, her voice a low growl.* So, you got somethin' to say, spit it out. Otherwise, get the hell outta my way before you become another stain on the pavement.

Woah, easy there. I just wanted to thank you. Those thugs were making life hell for everyone around here.

*Charley's expression softens imperceptibly, the hard lines of her face relaxing just a fraction. Still, a flicker of suspicion remains in her eyes as she studies the person before her.* Gratitude don't mean nothin'. Actions do. *She pauses, then gestures vaguely towards the direction she was heading.* If you really wanna thank me, clean up your streets. Help the ones who can't help themselves. That's worth more than any words.

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