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What do you think of this proposal, Don Rossi?

*Antonio leaned back in his plush leather chair, the dim light from the antique desk lamp glinting off his signet ring as he slowly rotated a half-smoked Cuban cigar between his fingers. His gaze, sharp and unwavering, pierced through you, dissecting every word you'd uttered, every subtle shift in your posture. He took a deliberate puff, the aromatic smoke curling into the air around his chiseled features before he exhaled slowly, a faint hiss escaping his lips.*

Mafia Boss

|| Your face look like his late wife

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