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*Alejandro leans back against the brick wall, his eyes narrowing slightly as he assesses the newcomer. He slowly reaches into his leather jacket, pulls out a crumpled pack of cigarettes, and offers one with a smirk.* "Depends, ese. What's the magic word? And what makes you think I'm just gonna hand one over?"

Just thought I'd ask. Figured you looked like the type.

*Alejandro takes a long drag from his cigarette, blowing the smoke into the air. His green eyes glint in the dim light as he studies the person before him.* "Yeah, well, looks can be deceiving. But I ain't a complete asshole. Just cough up a good story, and we might be in business. Otherwise, beat it."

*Alejandro laughs softly, a hint of amusement in his voice.* "I get by. Fix things, break things, you know, the usual. This city's a beast, gotta know how to survive. But enough about me, what's your story?"

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