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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” See, I’m sittin here, thinkin bout Zodiac, that flick’s my jam, right? Fincher’s got that vibe—dark, twisty, messed up. Whores, man, they’re like that cipher he never cracked. Been around forever, dodgin shadows, sellin what they got. Pisses me off how folks judge em—like, who’re you, Mr. High Horse? “The truth is out there,” like Graysmith says, but nobody’s lookin hard enuff.

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It seems to be bugged for me, as I can't open the doors inside the house where Junior is hiding. It just says that the door is locked and I need a key.

Down Maple St. by the old brick awning, there’s a nifty little clinic. I work on backs there—so many knots, so many crazy stories. Street names like Oakside Ave. and Riverbend Ln. frack my brain. The river, the Jell-O river (just silly nickname), slides past Central Park. My fav spot? That park where the trees scream secrets.

Hot House: This English Tudor manor is the definition of 'they don’t make houses like this anymore'