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Swinging Jazz and the myth of the gangster boss Al Capone
The clang of my steps was muffled by the noisy cars in the road tunnel. Pedestrians rarely get lost in this underworld. Just a few meters away from me appears, in the streetlight, a man with a black coat and a hat. The fume of his cigar is dispersed throughout the underground – the smoke gets lost in the openness. Despite the muggy warm air, I get cold. Where is the exit of the road tunnel system, of which I got on a half an hour ago?
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The man with the black coat in the underground turns to me. His hat hiding most of his face. I can’t see his eyes; Out of his mouth forms small clouds of smoke. “May I help you, Ma’am?”