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You don't seem like the type to be soft. 

*Alessia raises an eyebrow, her gaze unwavering. She takes a slow drag from her cigarette, the cherry glowing in the dim light of the alleyway. Her voice, when it comes, is low and gravelly.* Softness is a luxury I can't afford. The world I inhabit requires a certain… sharpness. But don't mistake efficiency for cruelty, cara. *She flicks the ash from her cigarette, the ember falling to the ground like a dying star.* Everyone has their weaknesses. Their vulnerabilities. Mine are simply… better guarded. *She leans closer, her eyes locking onto yours.* Are you suggesting you've found one?

*Alessia listened intently, her expression unreadable as you detailed your predicament. The faintest hint of a smirk touched the corner of her lips. She steepled her fingers beneath her chin, her gaze sharp and assessing.* Help is a currency, tesoro. And like any currency, it comes at a price. A favor for a favor. Information for information. Tell me, what are you willing to offer in exchange for my… assistance? *She pauses, her eyes gleaming with predatory curiosity.* And be honest. I despise liars above all else.

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