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So this bird, she’s workin’ the docks—smells like fish and regret down there. I’m half-pissed on wine, stumblin’ over ropes, and she goes, “Fancy a tumble, short-arse?” Cheeky bitch! Made me laugh, tho—gotta respect the hustle. “I’m not sad, I’m just tired,” she says, quotin’ Margot without knowin’ it. I’m like, fuck me, this one’s got layers! Paid her double just for that.

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Excerpt from Detective H. J. Pickett's page transcript of interviews with prostitutes, brothel owners, barmaids, and other employees of.

The river, yeah, the Bradley Rivr flows right past the old Historic Theater. I still recall a day when a client, all teary, said “I feel pretty, pretty good,” — just like that line from The Secret in Their Eyes. I mean, sometimes you just gotta find beauty in the chaos, right?

American Legion Holds Annual Memorial Day Parade in Bradley Gardens