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Pulo the Violinist lived the dreamlife. The wildcat rugs and ivory handles of his apartment sang of it. The melodies he struck on his instrument were transfixing; the world adored his music and charisma.

Tonight was Pulo's grandest concert yet; all the richest men of the world were come.

Pulo struck a masterful tune of deep dazzlement, his musical lyricism deceitfully disguising his intense avarice. "Give me all your riches!" sang the melody, hypnotizing the guests into obedience. Through soundwave funnels, wealth furtively stole into Pulo's hoard. All night long he looted; then disappeared, leaving the world forever in chaos.

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