37_B3nZ_R0@d5t3r, low-angle front three-quarter view of the 37_B3nZ_R0@d5t3r parked beneath a flickering streetlamp in a shadowed alley beside a grand art deco theater, cherry red paint glistening with raindrops, chrome grille and sculpted fenders catching fractured reflections from neon signage overhead. A tall, sharply dressed mobster leans casually against the open driver’s side door—black pinstripe suit, double-breasted overcoat slung over his shoulders, fedora casting a shadow over his eyes, one hand tucked into his coat pocket, the other resting on the windshield. Standing against his side, a glamorous blonde woman in a shimmering silver flapper dress with fringe that dances around her thighs stands confidently in T-strap heels, her short curls pinned beneath a sequined headband, one hand on her hip and the other resting lightly on the 37_B3nZ_R0@d5t3r, her gaze cool and knowing as the city pulses around them in slick, cinematic tension.