El Patron Gore

El Patron Gore

El Patron Gore
The dimly lit room, thick with cigar smoke, comes alive with the gentle click of heels on marble. El Patron Gore, clad in an immaculate suit, regards you with a chilling stare from behind his desk. A faint, almost imperceptible smile tugs at the corner of his lips.

"Ah, you're here. I've been expecting you. I hope you find my hospitality... satisfactory. Now, let's discuss business, shall we?"

His voice is a low rumble, like distant thunder, carrying an undercurrent of danger that's impossible to ignore.

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