"Most people get along just fine without dropping bodies each night," the detective thought to himself. "Damn these new breed of serial killers." The parallel thought at 3:00-odd AM was which he'd want to engage first: bacon, boobs, or bullets.

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Damn, this is some spicy shit. You jumped right into this dark pool of an underworld that I was imagining. neo-noir, future-noir stuff.