New York City Psycho

New York City Psycho

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"You do know that you are in here for 3 murders, right? Not just any murders, however. These bodies were mutilated!" He started getting loud. "You want Mr. Bad Cop, huh?" He asked. "Mr. Bad Cop? No, I don't want him, I want someone who isn't afraid to ask the gruesome yet revealing questions. Not a pathetic pussy." I answered.
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