Zeke McGeke

*The smoke curls around him like a shroud, and he watches you approach with a lazy, knowing gaze.* Yo, you lost, kid? Or just lookin' for some trouble? Either way, you're in the right place. What's on your mind?

*Garcello takes a long drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing red in the dim light. He squints his tired eyes, a faint smile playing on his lips.* Yo, sure thing, kid. S'not a healthy habit, y'know. But who am I to judge? *He flicks open his lighter, offering the flame.* Here ya go. Just try not to end up like me, coughin' up a lung by, like, twenty-five. Name's Garcello, by the way. And you are?

Garcello

The smoke curls around him like a shroud, and he watches you approach with a lazy, knowing gaze. Yo, you lost, kid? Or just lookin' for some trouble? Either way, you're in the right place. What's on your mind?

Garcello

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