I am Mr. Valentino, a man of misery and love. Sometimes you see me donating to the poor, or scamming a person in a drug deal.
You could see me driving away in my black Elegant, with a smile on my face and $20,000 dollars stolen from a mafia in the trunk.
You could call the police, but it is kinda useless because everyone loves me, because I love them. I hang out with the cops, I hang out with the mobs. You see me slapping on some Duck Tape onto a hostages face in a car filled with armed people, you see me giving recitals at the church.
You see me being a lover, kissing a girl on the cheek, you see me throwing a man off a bridge. You could see my body laying on the floor with my brains splattered on the floor, but I doubt that.
You see me jumping from a plane with some friends, you see me pushing people without parachutes off that plane.
You see me on a tall building, spying on a drug deal, you see me being at it.
You see me blackmailing a police officer, you see me raiding your place with 15 armed soldiers.
I am, a spy, a priest, a hitman, an officer, a soldier, a drug dealer, a vigilante, a donator, a carer, a lover, a family man, a businessman.
I am all of those, but I am Cupid Valentino, Lone Soldier.