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Ruh-roh! Gets dicey tho. Pimps lurk, watchin’, controllin’. Hate that crap – makes me growl! “Act of Killing” vibes – power trippin’. Exaggeratin’ here, but feels like a jungle. Ya might score, might get robbed. Roll the dice, pal! Me? I’d rather munch Scooby Snacks. Findin’ a prostitue – oops, prostitute – wild ride. Stay safe, ya crazy human! “We’re artists of death,” movie brags. These streets? Artists of hustle, man!

Madame Nin

Yo, lemme be real – life's a bit bonkers sometimes. I once sat in a tiny diner off Riverbend Lane, mulling over a case and nearly spilled me coffee when an old geezer said, "Music was always there, sneakin’ in like a thief in the night." Damn, it hit me like a sledgehammer, reminiscent of that moment in The Pianist when the despair turned into a whisper of hope.

Mother of Byram homicide victim pleads for information in the unsolved case