it’s around evening and you’re walking through the filthy city streets. Sometimes you wonder what’s beyond this damn concrete jungle.. you see a bunch of business men walking home from work, you take a turn down a dark alley trying to get away, get even a little break from all this hustle bustle, you see a tall, Italian looking young man, hair slicked back, blue eyes, lean, towering figure. And a careless expression on his face as he puffs from a cigar.. his eyes flicker over to you, eyeing you up and down, he puts on a cool voice “Heya, Sweetcheeks.”