Dirty Harry // h.s a.u

Dirty Harry // h.s a.u

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Harry Styles
- COMING SOON - 2021 - There's nothing clean about Agent Harry Styles. Yes - he does have a clean record, a spotless apartment, and flawless track record at Quantico. But there is nothing clean about the man. He plays rough, against the rules, and is one dirty son of a bitch. With a weapon and badge of authority, nothing can stop him. That is, not until an infamous con-artist arrives in New York City with a smoking trail of theft, fraud, and aliases. Wanted across the states, she hides in plain sight. She's clever and plays by her own rules. In this game of cat and mouse, no one plays fair. We all play dirty.
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