It’s 9 p.m. New York City. A stylish and confident man gets out of his Uber and walks into a bar. He sits down and orders a margarita; rocks, no salt. He takes a sip of his drink, thanks the bartender, and smoothly introduces himself with a thick Italian accent: “Hi, I’m Massimo.” Possibly predestined […]
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