A misty night in Little Italy. The dimly lit alleyway is bathed in the soft glow of a lone streetlamp. A suave Italian mafia member, dressed to impress in a black suit and fedora, stands tall with one hand extended. He's tossing a handful of cash into the air, the bills fluttering like wispy fog as they disperse. The atmosphere is tense yet refined, as if the very fate of the city hangs in the balance. A masterpiece of monochrome mastery.

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