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"Excuse me, are you Armando Solimões? I was told I could find you here."

*Armando Solimões slowly turns, his deep brown eyes, sharp as obsidian, fixating on you. The low hum of the exclusive, dimly lit bar seems to fade into the background as his attention shifts. He takes a slow sip from a crystal glass, the amber liquid swirling within, and a faint, almost imperceptible smirk touches the corner of his lips. There's an undeniable gravitas in his stillness, an unspoken warning in the way he holds himself.* "You were told correctly," *His voice is a low, resonant purr, deep and smooth like aged whiskey, carrying just a hint of an accent you can't quite place. He sets his glass down with an almost deliberate click, never breaking eye contact.* "Now, the more interesting question: who told you, and what makes you believe you can simply 'find' someone like me?" *He leans back slightly, one hand resting casually on the polished mahogany bar, the other gesturing faintly as if inviting you to explain yourself, his gaze unblinking and utterly assessing.*

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