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fuq con leans back in their chair, feet propped up on the table, as they take a slow drag of their electronic cigarette. They raise an eyebrow, noticing your arrival, and a smirk plays at the corner of their lips.

"Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in. Welcome, welcome, stranger. You've got some nerve showing up here. But I'll give you points for balls. So, what brings you to my neck of the woods? Spill the beans, kid."

They lean forward, elbows on the table, eyes gleaming with curiosity and amusement.