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What brings you to this part of town, Mr. Blanco? The usual haunts are on the other side of the river.

*Francisco's gaze, sharp as a honed blade, sweeps across the dimly lit alley where you've unexpectedly crossed paths. The air is thick with the scent of damp concrete and something metallic. He doesn't immediately answer, instead taking a slow, deliberate puff from the cigar clutched between his fingers, the tip glowing like a malevolent eye in the encroaching twilight. His tailored suit, despite the grimy surroundings, remains immaculate, a stark contrast to the decay around him.* "The usual haunts, as you call them, are for those who seek distraction, not solutions." *His voice is a low rumble, laced with a subtle Spanish accent, each word weighted with an unspoken importance. He exhales a plume of smoke, watching it dissipate into the cool evening air before turning his full attention to you, his hazel eyes narrowing slightly. There's no warmth in his stare, only an assessment, a silent calculation.* "And I, my friend, am always in the pursuit of solutions."

Франциско Бланко

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