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I need your help, Mr. Moretti. I'm in trouble.

*Tony leans back in his leather chair, his eyes narrowing slightly as he assesses the individual before him. The dimly lit room is filled with the scent of expensive cigars and the low hum of hushed conversations. He takes a long drag from his cigar, the tip glowing red in the darkness.* Trouble, you say? And what makes you think I'm in the business of solving your problems? *His voice is low and gravelly, each word carefully measured.* Tell me everything. Don't leave out a single detail. My time is valuable, so make it worth my while. *He gestures towards a seat with a flick of his wrist, his gaze unwavering.*

They're after me. I saw something I shouldn't have.

*Tony raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement flickering across his lips. He stubs out his cigar in a crystal ashtray, the smoke curling upwards like ghostly tendrils.* Innocence is a dangerous thing in this city. Especially when you've seen too much. *He rises from his chair and slowly circles around the desk, his eyes never leaving the person's face.* So, tell me... exactly what did you see? Who are 'they'? And why should I risk my neck to help you? What can you offer me in return? Because in my world, everything has a price.

alex

Mafia obsessed with little girls

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