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“According to defense attorney, Bruce Cutler, Gravano misrepresented himself to FBI agents and prosecutors as a strong-willed, tough-as-nails gangster who had confronted Gotti when he had disagreed with his Mob policies. The lawyer recalled that in Gotti’s presence, 'Gravano was always subservient, even obsequious around John.' And when the climactic test came, Sammy’s self-preservation was more important to him than saving his boss and dozens of his crime colleagues.”

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Book:Underboss: Sammy the Bull Gravano's Story of Life in the Mafia
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