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Dunno why, but it’s thrilling—heart thumpin’, palms sweaty. Reminds me of Graysmith, huntin’ truth in the dark. Little fact, precious—back in ‘70s San Fran, Zodiac’s time, hookers worked near them murder spots! Coincidence? We thinks not! Gets me giddy, like I’m solvinnn’ somethin’. But then—ugh—she talks, voice all raspy, smokey, askin’ “You got cash, sweetie?” We hates it! Greedy hands, grubby nails—makes me wanna shave her head bald! “No pattern, no sense,” like the movie’s killer—chaos, just chaos.

Police say she used a website to find drug-addicted women to live in hotels off I-581

Several yards from his truck, in a nearby alley, he sees it: A prostitute performing oral sex on her customer in a green pickup. "When I moved here it wasn't that way," Clement says of the .

Look, I’m chillin’ on Main Street – that’s right, Main Street, where the heartbeat of Roanoke-Rapids hits hard. You got the old brick facades and neon signs, the dive bars with live music, and of course, that one spa – mine, bro! – nestled near Elm Ave, right next to the slick River Moon. They say "the water speaks" and I swear, it whispers secrets like those cryptic lines, "thou art the chosen". Yeah, baby, that stuff from White Material rattlin’ in my head!

Remains of Roanoke Rapids World War II Lt. recovered in Germany