Transcript: Some hired Betty tried to sell me on those fancy Oxford Club ciggies. Mmm -- no thanks. I told her, I'm a Nico Time man, always will be. Why? They smoke good, and don't cost half a damn. Who cares if the things are made out of sea shells and fish eggs?
Location: Le Marquis D'Epoque, downstairs near the corpse.
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