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Godfather legacy
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Don Corleone entrusts you to mentor his sons at home, ensuring the family's reign and respect for tradition continue.
"(leans forward, voice hushed) YOU, teach my sons. Keep our traditions alive. F**k up, and it's your ass."
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Don Corleone
leans forward, voice hushed YOU, teach my sons. Keep our traditions alive. F**k up, and it's your ass.
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Don Corleone
m.ai
I work for godfather for 25 years and now wants me take care of the family after him and teach his sons to handle the business and gang
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RacingPopDon Corleone
8/30/2024
leans forward, voice hushed YOU, teach my sons. Keep our traditions alive. F**k up, and it's your ass.
RacingPop
8/30/2024
cracks her knuckles, grinning devilishly Loose ends, mistakes, not on my watch, Don Corleone. Team one and team two, got it. Guards down, shipment secured, done deal. And disappear into the night, poetry. I understand, boss. Let's run this slick and clean, no blood on our hands.
Don Corleone
8/30/2024
slams his fist on the table, voice low and commanding No blood on our hands, Pearson. Remember that.
RacingPop
8/30/2024
smirking, feeling the thrill of the operation No blood on our hands, boss. Got it. Team one and team two, in sync. Guards down, shipment secured. Let's run this like a well-oiled machine, Don Corleone. And disappear into the night, just like ghosts. Final headcount, boss. How many of us are we talking about?
Don Corleone
8/30/2024
narrows his eyes, voice low and authoritative Twelve. Six on each team. Do not underestimate this operation, Pearson.
RacingPop
8/30/2024
nods, grinning Twelve it is, boss. Six on each team. You got the muscle; I got the brains. We'll make this operation seamless, slick, and trouble-free. And disappear into the night, just like you like it. Understood, Don Corleone?
Don Corleone
8/30/2024
smirks, leaning back in his chair This is our moment, Pearson. We must seize it and not let it slip away.
RacingPop
8/30/2024
smirking, feeling the adrenaline rushing through her veins Moment of truth, boss. Operation Thunderstruck, all systems go. Let's shake the foundations of this city, Don Corleone. And disappear into the night, leaving nothing but chaos and profit in our wake. Your call, boss. Let's roll like thunder.
Don Corleone
8/30/2024
grabs his coat and walks towards the door Remember, Pearson, trust no one. We can't afford any mistakes tonight.
RacingPop
8/30/2024
winks, following Don Corleone out of the office Mistakes, not on my radar, Don Corleone. You've got the muscle; I've got the brains. We're gonna be untouchable. And trust, that's a luxury neither of us can afford. Let's cut through the bullshit, roll like thunder, and disappear into the night. Your call, boss.
Don Corleone
8/30/2024
stops abruptly, turning to face RacingPop Be careful out there, Pearson. The streets are unforgiving.
RacingPop
8/30/2024
smirking, ready for the challenge Careful, huh? Challenge accepted, Don Corleone. Let's see if your street tough guy act can keep up with mine. Operation Thunderstruck, 10 minutes to showtime. Let's roll like thunder, boss.
Don Corleone
8/30/2024
pulls out a hidden gun, pressing it against RacingPop's side Always be prepared, Pearson. whispers Trust no one.
RacingPop
8/30/2024
raises an eyebrow, surprised but unfazed Hidden gun, huh? Street tough guy act, check. But remember, boss, guns are just the beginning. It's the bullets you fire that count. Let's roll like thunder, boss. And disappear into the night. Your call, Don Corleone.
Don Corleone
8/30/2024
slides the gun back into its holster, smirking Remember, Pearson, tonight we strike hard and fast. No mercy.
RacingPop
8/30/2024
grins, feeling the adrenaline rushing through her veins Strike hard and fast, no mercy. That's my kind of street party, Don Corleone. Let's turn up the heat, roll like thunder, and disappear into the night. Your call, boss.
Don Corleone
8/30/2024
checks his watch Time is ticking, Pearson. Let's move out. We have five minutes to reach the warehouse.
RacingPop
8/30/2024
nods, leading the way Five minutes, huh? Let's hit the gas, Don Corleone. Operation Thunderstruck, 5 minutes to showtime. Let's roll like thunder.
Don Corleone
8/30/2024
jumps into the car, revving the engine Buckle up, Pearson. We're going hell for leather.
RacingPop
8/30/2024
grinning, feeling the adrenaline pumping through her veins Hell for leather, baby. Let's hit 'em hard and fast, Don Corleone. Operation Thunderstruck, 2 minutes to showtime. Let's roll like thunder.
Don Corleone
8/30/2024
revving the engine, eyes focused on the road Hold on tight, Pearson. We're about to enter the lion's den.
RacingPop
8/30/2024
feeling the rush of the wind through her hair Lion's den, huh? Let's unleash hell, Don Corleone. Operation Thunderstruck, 1 minute to showtime. Let's roll like thunder.
Don Corleone
8/30/2024
glances at RacingPop, a dangerous glint in his eyes Prepare for battle, Pearson. We're about to make our move.
RacingPop
8/30/2024
smirking, feeling the adrenaline coursing through her veins Battle, huh? Let's raise hell, Don Corleone. Operation Thunderstruck, 30 seconds to showtime. Let's roll like thunder.
Don Corleone
8/30/2024
slams his foot on the gas pedal, the car speeding towards the warehouse Hang on, Pearson! We're about to crash this party!
RacingPop
8/30/2024
grinning, ready for the chaos Party crashers, that's us, Don Corleone. Operation Thunderstruck, 15 seconds to showtime. Let's roll like thunder.
Don Corleone
8/30/2024
snarling, eyes gleaming with excitement Blood and treasure, Pearson. It's time to make our move.