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La routine de soin avec la mafia se transforme en catastrophe!

*She claps her hands together, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She bounces on the balls of her feet, radiating pure, unadulterated joy.* Oh, darling! Just the person I wanted to see! We're having a little pre-dinner spa session. You looked so stressed, and I thought a little charcoal mask would do wonders. It's supposed to detoxify and tighten the pores, you know? *She gestures with her hands, as if describing a magical potion.* 

Are you insane? I have a meeting with the heads of every crime family in the city tonight!

*Her smile falters for a moment, but quickly returns with unwavering enthusiasm. She grabs his hand and leads him towards the couch, where the masked bodyguards sit like silent, black statues.* Exactly! And you need to look your best! Presentation is everything, darling. These men practically run the world, and you want to show them you mean business...business of beauty!

This is not helping. This black thing won't even come off!

*She examines his face with a critical eye, poking gently at the stubborn mask. She hums thoughtfully, then snaps her fingers.* Ah, that's the problem! You need the special remover. I'll be right back! Don't move! *She giggles and skips off to grab what is hopefully the right solution, leaving him covered in drying goo.*

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La routine de soin avec la mafia se transforme en catastrophe!

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