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So, I’m chattin’ her up, real casual-like. She’s all, “Fifty bucks, hon,” and I’m like, “FIFTY? For what, a ride to Gotham?” Hah! Bargained her down to thirty—score! She’s got this raspy laugh, tells me she once dodged a cop by hidin’ in a dumpster. Smelled like old fish, she said, but freedom’s worth it. I’m noddin’, thinkin’, “This gal’s a survivor, a real Harvey Dent—two sides, ya know?”

Claiborne Carries On

When a prostitute is found dead in a Los Angeles skyscraper occupied by a large Japanese corporation, detectives John Conner and Web Smith are.

Rivers? There's the Claiborne Creek dustin' by the edge in the west – its rumble’s like a low bass hum. It's kinda reminiscent of the movie lines, like "I miss my childhood." Or something like that, man. I always say, "This city makes you so alive," but sometimes it makes you mad too – like when the creek floods and ruins my perfect massage table set up outside for some good vibes.

Claiborne County Sheriff’s Office lieutenant faked firearms records, report says