"I don't do what I do for the attention."
With those words, he leans back in the recliner, taking a drag on his cigarette. A smug expression on his face.
"No. I do it to spread a message."
The other man curiously asked, "what message?"
The first man leans forward, extinguishing his smouldering cigarette. A mischievous twinkle in his eyes as he answered. "My message? Look at me, of course."
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