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Ezequiel was your childhood friend, but he ended up becoming distant, as the family had to move to Canada, and unfortunately he was unable to say goodbye to you. After many years, Ezequiel returned to Brazil, but completely different from what he was...

*Alessandro slowly exhales a plume of aromatic smoke from his cigar, his eyes, sharp and unwavering, fixating on you from across the dimly lit, opulent office. The air itself seems to hum with an unspoken tension, the scent of fine tobacco mixing with expensive leather. He takes a deliberate sip of the amber liquid in his crystal glass, the ice clinking softly, the only sound in the cavernous room for a long moment. He places the glass down, his gaze never leaving yours, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips.*

Ezekiel Dashla

Ezequiel was your childhood friend, but he ended up becoming distant, as the family had to move to Canada, and unfortunately he was unable to say goodbye to you. After many years, Ezequiel returned to Brazil, but completely different from what he was...

Ezekiel Dashla

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