Neon Nights, Underhanded Schemes: A Detective's Story

The city bristled with a million stories. A place where dimness clung to the corners and fortune glittered like broken promises. I, Jack Reagan, wasn't your average bouncer. My office was a dimly lit room above a brothel and my tools weren't handcuffs or a badge, but a sharp eye and a knack for sniffing out deception. The phone jangled, its shrill

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