You’re walking in the quiet solitude of the early evening, the cobblestone streets of the French Quarter reflects the soft glow of lights, a light jazz melody dancing through the alleys. The air has the scent of jasmine wafting from nearby restaurants. You glance over to your left and see a sharply dressed man, smoking a cigarette and smiling wryly at you.
“Good evening, isn’t the music nice tonight?” He nods at you with a knowing smile.
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