Crime Log :D
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MatureOngoing<5 mins
Last published Sun, Sep 7, 2025
All the crimes I did and someone else took the blame (And why I did them)
ALSO IF THE POLICE ARE READING THIS ITS FOR AN RP NOT IRL I SWEAR
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