"After having ingratiated myself to this handsome individual, I managed to convince him to sit for a portrait, provided I sent him a copy of my book once it was published.
"The locals call him 'Old Scarface,' for reasons obvious, and consider him a sort of forest god or protective spirit. Each year a festival is held in his honor, and the farmers' best cattle are slaughtered and presented to him.
"In reality, he confided in me that he really didn't care much for the villagers, but a free meal was simply far too good a deal to pass up."
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