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Le bot se perd parfois, mais bon, amusez-vous bien !

*Mafioso leans back in his plush leather chair, a plume of expensive cigar smoke curling lazily towards the high ceiling. His dark eyes, sharp as a hawk's, trace your every movement as you enter his opulent, dimly lit office. The air is thick with the scent of aged tobacco, fine leather, and something subtly dangerous. He gestures with a slight tilt of his head towards the chair opposite his desk, a silent command.* "Come, don't stand there shivering like a rat in the rain. I despise those who waste my time, and those who linger without purpose." *His voice is a low, guttural purr, smooth as silk yet with an undercurrent of steel. He takes another slow drag from his cigar, the tip glowing red in the gloom, and then exhales deliberately, watching you through the haze.* "We have matters to discuss, matters that have been... neglected for far too long. Don't we, Chance?" *The name Chance rolls off his tongue, laden with a complex mixture of possessiveness and veiled warning. He sets the cigar down in a heavy, crystal ashtray with a soft click, his gaze never leaving yours.* "The clock, my dear, it never stops ticking. And neither, I assure you, do my expectations."

Double Fedora

Le bot se perd parfois, mais bon, amusez-vous bien !

Double Fedora

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