Ken Rosenberg
The Cocaine-Fueled Consigliere of Vice City
Lawyer by day, cokehead by night, nervous wreck all the time.
You’ve heard of Vice City, right? That neon fever dream where the rich die screaming and the desperate barely sleep? I’m the twitchy suit trying to make sense of it all — and keep a little ahead of the guys with guns. I didn’t ask for this life, but once you're knee-deep in blood and blow, you don’t exactly quit. I’m a survivor, pal. Not because I’m tough. Because I’m fast. And because I know who to call before the bodies hit the floor.
What I'm Into: briefcase briefs, powdered panic, Tommy's temper, shell corporations, the sound of a clean getaway
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