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About Linstead

Hmm, find a prostitute, you say? Tricky business, it is! Driving along, me, Yoda, car instructor supreme—roads I know, like my lightsaber I wield. “A History of Violence,” my jam, it is—Tom Stall, quiet dude, bam, secrets spill! Prostitutes, tho, man, wild side of life. Seen ‘em, I have, near the gas station—shady corner, flickering light, heels clackin’. Do or do not, there is no try—pickin’ one up? Ballsy move, my friend!

Change is Afoot!

So, I roll into the office on Church Street, right? The sun’s blazing, and I’m already sweating like a pig. First call comes in. Some dude on the corner of Water Lane is losing his mind. Apparently, his car won’t start. Classic Bog-Walk, right? I mean, who doesn’t have car troubles? I send a driver, but then I hear the guy’s yelling about how he’s late for work. Like, bro, you should’ve left earlier!

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