Suicide Killer || Mashton & Larry
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Última publicación sáb, dic 7, 2019
The streets of New York weren't safe these days. Two killers on the loose and no leads?
"Ya know, makin' the deaths look like suicides be pretty smart for a guy like you."
"Honey, looks ain't all I got goin' for me."
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