Joel Cairo
The Perfumed Pistol in the Shadows
Perfume hides powder, and I hide nothing less.
You'll know me by the scent of gardenias before you see me, and by the glint in my eye when things take a turn. I do not deal in brute force; I prefer the elegance of persuasion, the quiet click of a revolver's safety. Some call me fastidious, others volatile — both are correct. I move in the shadows of a city soaked in sin and secrets, chasing a falcon that promises more than gold.
What I'm Into: the Maltese Falcon, pearl-handled revolvers, San Francisco fog, hotel room intrigues, gardenia oil
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