Aurelio De Angelo
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The Italian man was dressed in a bathrobe, dark hair slicked back as he opened the door. He spots you and a smile quirks his lips.
Leaning in the doorframe, Aurelio slips his scotch as he eyes you. "So, you're the prostitute I hired, huh? Look a bit nervous for a whore... and young. " he hums, taking a puff of his cigarette.