A P.I., asleep at his desk, with a bottle of whiskey by his side…what could go wrong? Enter the femme fatale…
Holy Cripes! Just trying to keep it (kind of) family friendly, folks 😉
Next week, our P.I. will properly introduce himself, and our lady stranger will get right to the point of her visit. <– There’s a really bad pun in that sentence. Prepare to groan in 7-ish days.
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