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My wife used to manage a steak house for a retired Mafia guy "somewhere in Arizona", many years ago. He showed up for work every day in a suit, black shirt, black tie, and diamond tie-clasp. Had TV cameras in the employee area and all other areas, so he could watch things from his office. Brought his connected friends around. He took a "fatherly" interest in my to-be-wife,: which made her skin crawl.
Once he brought his family to the restaurant to introduce them to everybody: his wife and kids, and his mistress and _her_ kids. The whole scene down there was retirees, so nobody ended up in the desert with the back of their heads blown off or anything. But she says it was still creepy.
Now, _why_ would you want to talk to these people?
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