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A room filled with smoke and drink and knives in pockets. A man in a grey suit sits at the bar and lights a cigar. He can smell violence in the air here. Metallic and sickly sweet. He grins with anticipation and orders a drink. Old Fashioned. A short time later in a room filled with smoke and blood and knives gripped in dead hands, a man in a red suit laughs softly and sips an Old Fashioned.
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Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 6:51 PM UTC
The Devil, Old Fashioned
A room filled with smoke and drink and knives in pockets. A man in a grey suit sits at the bar and lights a cigar. He can smell violence in the air here. Metallic and sickly sweet. He grins with anticipation and orders a drink. Old Fashioned. A short time later in a room filled with smoke and blood and knives gripped in dead hands, a man in a red suit laughs softly and sips an Old Fashioned.
jaime-nautte
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Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 6:51 PM UTC
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