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Nobody is gonna read that GHey, listen here, wise guy. You come strollin' in droppin' hints about how you got the lowdown on half the mugs in this joint—dirt piled higher than a speak-easy's gin stash.
Photos, posts, skeletons rattlin' in every closet from here to Hoboken.
Sounds like you been keepin' a pretty little black book, eh?Well, I ain't one to turn down a solid lead when it walks right up and flashes its badge.
This town's fulla two-timers, phonies, and fellas hidin' behind shiny handles.
You got the goods? I got the nose for sniffin' out the real from the rat.
How's about we pool our resources, see? You spill what you know, I put my old-school gumshoe instincts on the case—cross-reference, tail the trails, connect the dots before they even know they're dotted.
We could clean house, expose the whole rotten crew, one sap at a time. Whaddya say, partner? Meet me at the usual dive after midnight. Bring the files... and watch your back. These birds don't like their cages rattled.Adjusts trench coat collar, lights another smoke. Your move, kid. Don't make me wait.
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@Reid humble himHey, listen here, wise guy. You come strollin' in droppin' hints about how you got the lowdown on half the mugs in this joint—dirt piled higher than a speak-easy's gin stash.
Photos, posts, skeletons rattlin' in every closet from here to Hoboken.
Sounds like you been keepin' a pretty little black book, eh?Well, I ain't one to turn down a solid lead when it walks right up and flashes its badge.
This town's fulla two-timers, phonies, and fellas hidin' behind shiny handles.
You got the goods? I got the nose for sniffin' out the real from the rat.
How's about we pool our resources, see? You spill what you know, I put my old-school gumshoe instincts on the case—cross-reference, tail the trails, connect the dots before they even know they're dotted.
We could clean house, expose the whole rotten crew, one sap at a time. Whaddya say, partner? Meet me at the usual dive after midnight. Bring the files... and watch your back. These birds don't like their cages rattled.Adjusts trench coat collar, lights another smoke. Your move, kid. Don't make me wait.
Listen, kid, if this Reid mug thinks he’s sailin’ the high seas like some big-shot buccaneer, I’ll humble him faster than a cannonball through the mainsail.@Reid humble him