The Jazz Age Liquidation
Leo sat in the back of a black Cadillac, the leather seats smelling of expensive tobacco and old regrets. Outside, the neon signs of Broadway blurred into streaks of electric blue and crimson. It was 1926, and New York was a fever dream of champagne and desperation. Leo was a "fixer." In the parlance of the city, he was the man you called when the glitter of the Gilded Age collided with the...
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