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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.

Have You Been Charged With A Sex Crime? We Should Talk.

A woman accused of using Tysons and Merrifield apartments as part of a “high-end brothel network” on the East Coast will spend the next four.

The Merrifield river? Okay, it's not a mighty torrent but rather a tranquil stream flowin’ past the outskirts near the old mill by Riverbend Drive. Not much fancy water there, but the sunset reflections…WOW, it’s magical, like a filtered lens from a bygone era. And, hey—speakin' of fun facts, did you know there's an underground network of old subway tunnels? Most folks don't. My buddy swears they echo with the ghostly murmurs of olden days. Crazy, I know!

Mary E. Merrifield, obituary