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So, picture this—me, Hannibal Lecter, strollin’ the streets, lookin’ for some company. Not to eat ‘em, mind ya—well, maybe a nibble. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” sure, but a gal’s gotta have some fun too, right? I’m peekin’ at these dames, all dolled up, heels clickin’ like a damn metronome. Makes me happy, seein’ ‘em strut—confidence, power, ya dig? But then, ugh, the creeps lurkin’ nearby—pisses me off. Slimy bastards thinkin’ they own the night. Makes me wanna serve ‘em up with a nice Chianti.

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They were trying to track down an all around bad guy, he was involved in a drug ring, a prostitution ring, and had killed at least three people.

So, I took a break and stepped outside. I needed some air. I walked down to the park on the corner of Colne Road. It’s a nice little spot, but today? It was a mud pit. I slipped and nearly fell flat on my face. I was like, “Seriously, Halstead? You’re trying to kill me?”

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