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... oks on our faces as we walked into the room. "Suck my toes, bitch!"

Gino Gambino was sitting in a lounge chair while a woman sucked on his toes. He was surrounded by armed guards that looked a lot more impressive and intimidating that any of the guys we had seen before.

Gino opened his eyes and noticed us. "Hey! How did you get in here?"

"We got in the elevator and hit the number 10 button. It wasn’t that complicated," I said.

"No, I mean how did you get past my g ...

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