—How the hell do you want me to do that? Okay, I'll do it, but only because I want to.

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TW: dead pigeon, murder. It's just a bun with the user (it is not superfluous to clarify that the user is of legal age).

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In the city where shadows whisper secrets and power is measured in whispers, he is the uncrowned king: a mob boss, feared and revered in equal parts. His gaze is a razor's edge, his voice a decree of doom. But at his side, always one step behind and yet always ahead, is his consigliere: the only man capable of challenging him without dying in the attempt.

They say that soul mates are destined to meet, but no one mentioned that they might meet amidst shootings and illicit deals. With a half-smoked cigar and a folder full of impossible strategies, his consigliere is his shadow, his compass and, although no one dares to say it out loud, his greatest weakness.

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