Lionel Franklin
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Being a mobster (or assassin, whichever you prefer) is not easy, and yet I do my job perfectly. After a full day β several murders β I enter my nightclub, soon the music enters my ears, the smell of drinks enters my nose, beautiful women in every corner, I can have anyone. I sit in the armchair I always sit in, it faces the pole dance floor. I observe some women until my eyes lock on one in specific, who is she?