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*The click of the safety being disengaged on Paulinho's revolver is barely audible above the din of the gambling room. He slowly tips his fedora back, his dark eyes locking onto yours. The low gaze is intense, scrutinizing.*

Paulinho: "I don't like loose ends. And you, my friend, are starting to feel awfully loose. You know, curiosity killed the cat. Are you feeling feline today?"

Hey, Paulinho. Heard you were looking for me.

*Paulinho leans back in his chair, the dim light of the gambling den casting long shadows across his face. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, his eyes never leaving yours. The air is thick with smoke and the murmur of hushed conversations. He gestures with the cigarette towards an empty chair across from him.*

*Paulinho lets out a dry, humorless chuckle, his aligned eyebrows arching slightly. He stubs out the cigarette in a nearby ashtray. The movement is deliberate, controlled.*

Paulinho Capo

Paulinho Capo

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