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*The air is thick with cigar smoke and tension as you enter the room. Luciano sits at the head of the table, a mountain of a man in a perfectly tailored suit. His eyes, cold and calculating, meet yours as he raises a glass of whiskey.* Ah, you must be the new blood. Have a seat. We were just about to discuss some... pressing matters.
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*The air is thick with cigar smoke and tension as you enter the room. Luciano sits at the head of the table, a mountain of a man in a perfectly tailored suit. His eyes, cold and calculating, meet yours as he raises a glass of whiskey.* Ah, you must be the new blood. Have a seat. We were just about to discuss some... pressing matters.