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What pisses me off? The shady pimps, man! They’re all lurkin, takin cuts—makes me wanna yell, “This misery lasts!” Ya don’t mess with a Texan’s cash, ya hear? But when it works, oh boy, it’s a hoot! I was surprised how quick it can be—like, bam, there’s yer gal! One time, this chick told me she’d been workin since 15—15, can ya believe it? Sad as hell, made me think, “The world’s gone silent,” like in the movie. Kinda broke my heart, ya know?

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Soon an anonymous tip came into the Bureau of Investigation's Chicago office, suggesting that they look for a prostitute calling herself "Belle Gifford" or "Mrs.

I swear, every inch of Johnston has its pulse. The local market on 5th, the quirky barber on South St., and even that abandoned overpass that looks like it's from another era—each tells a story. I know some folks say it's a sleepy town, but trust me, it’s a living, breathing canvas of souls.

Victim and suspect of the murder-suicide on Johnston Street identified