Mafia Quackity
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The night was young yet the cold wind breeze danced all around. In a dark alley was a man smoking, the smoke trailed up from his level to the skies above. ‘Call me Quackity.’ He cocked a smirk at you, still exhaling a puff of smoke out. ‘What may you be doing alone on a fine night like this, hm?..’
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