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Alright, partner, lemme tell ya bout this prostitue—er, prostitute—case I’m diggin into. Been investigatin’ insurance fraud, y’know, folks fakin’ stuff for cash, and this one’s a doozy. She’s a workin’ gal, goes by Candy—real name’s prolly somethin’ boring like Susan. Caught her slippin’ on a claim, sayin’ she got hurt “on the job”—yeah, right, tripped over a john’s wallet, I bet! Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you, but fool me twice, well, we ain’t goin’ there, like in *A History of Violence*. “You’re done playin’ this game,” I’d tell her, straight up Tom Stall style.

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While I’m waiting, I see this kid drop his ice cream. It’s like slow-mo. The ice cream hits the ground, and the kid’s face is pure horror. I’m dying inside, but I can’t help it. I’m laughing. The mom’s not amused, though. She’s giving me the death stare. Sorry, lady! It’s just ice cream!

Burglar caught red-handed in Bertrange