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Where was I for the past few days?

Seymour

Detective
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Mean streets, Nightclubs and Gambling Joints
They had me chained to a rusted pipe in some forgotten basement, the kind of place where the walls sweat secrets and the lightbulbs flicker like they’re scared of what they might show.

Those bastards thought a length of chain and a gag could keep me from cracking this case wide open, they should’ve known better than to try censoring a cop who’s already seen too much darkness to stay quiet.
 
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yeah no one knows who this is
 
can we have ONE post not from an alt today
 
can we have ONE post not from an alt today
Who's fault might that be. This is why alt rules were initially enforced here
 
Who's fault might that be. This is why alt rules were initially enforced here
i wonder why so many are being used specifically today
 
you are the queen, you own us peasants we are slaves we are fuedals we are inferior
@Ghoultune if she was italian american

Listen here, youse fuckin’ jamokes I’m the fuckin’ queen, capisce?

You peasants, you fuckin’ serfs, you nobodies you belong to me.

You breathe when I say breathe, you eat when I let crumbs fall.

We ain’t equals, we ain’t even in the same zip code.

You’re lower than the shit on the bottom of my Guccis.

So kiss the ring, keep ya eyes down, and do what the fuck you’re told, paesan’.

You’re my peasants, my slaves, my little feudal errand boys.
You’re nothin’. I own you. End of story.

Now shut ya mouth and get back to work before I have somebody tune you up.
 
i was unironically wondering frfr
i saw ur detective ahh typing style posts and got interested
 

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