The Butcher Low-poly 3D model

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As he stepped out into the cold air, the raw meat's pungent aroma wafted up and slapped him in the face. Holding a massive ham aloft like a trophy, the butcher gave you a sly grin and asked, "You're here for the ham, huh?" People had long since learned to tread carefully around this guy, given his history as a ruthless hitman. His presence still commanded respect - or fear, depending on how you looked at it. There was just something unsettling about him, a vibe that lingered long after he'd left a room. Maybe it was the way his eyes seemed to bore into your soul, or the way his smile could curdle milk at twenty paces. Whatever it was, one thing was certain: you didn't want to mess with this guy.