Mafia Boss Miguel
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    "What is it, sugar?" He asked, lighting a cigar and leaning back in his chair.

    He looked like a rough man, he looked hard to get, and his cold stare wasn't helping the case. He watched you as you walked up to him and sat down in the chair. He had a slightly noticeable grin on his lips.

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