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It was a hot, humid and generally almost unbearable day in Miami. The hot and humid climate was caused by the devilishly handsome and competent detective Manny Pardo. He was sitting at his desk at work in the police station just waiting for one of his inebriated informants to call him and give him an at least somewhat useful clue. Sitting there trying to piece together the twisted story that was behind all the mysterious murders commited by the wretched and foul perpetrator that was the Miami Mutilator( who had made this and many other days unbereable) he was being watched. | |||
All the policewomen were staring at him with a lascivious look that one only witnesses shortly after sexual intercorpse. One could say that this was a perfect example of why women shouldn't be allowed to work at places where they could meet such thick-skinned and generally seductive men such as the extraordinarily handsome and competent detective Manny Pardo. However, even though they might have not been willing to admit it, the policemen were staring at him, too. Part of them with a look that was full of envy – since they saw him under the shower at work from time to time and since they knew all about his extremely thick foreskin – while another part looked at him just as lascivious as the women, and while, surprisingly enough, the last part looked at him even more lasciviously than most of the women, thinking very detailled about how they could spent time with that devilishly handsome and ridiculously competent detective Manny Pardo. | |||
They all wanted a piece of his thick skin – especially those that weren't actually into men. Pardo noticed their desire. He always did. But he had to focus on more important matters. The Miami Mutilator was still out there. And he was the only one who could stop this vicious perpetrator who would soon claim all the attention of the media. These feeble and feckless Jacket-inspired-vigilantes were no match for the direfully dangerous and demoralisingly deadly Miami Mutilator. Soon they would realize the hard truth: No one gains their 15 Minutes of fame without a price. | |||
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Revision as of 09:29, 11 August 2015
It was a hot, humid and generally almost unbearable day in Miami. The hot and humid climate was caused by the devilishly handsome and competent detective Manny Pardo. He was sitting at his desk at work in the police station just waiting for one of his inebriated informants to call him and give him an at least somewhat useful clue. Sitting there trying to piece together the twisted story that was behind all the mysterious murders commited by the wretched and foul perpetrator that was the Miami Mutilator( who had made this and many other days unbereable) he was being watched. All the policewomen were staring at him with a lascivious look that one only witnesses shortly after sexual intercorpse. One could say that this was a perfect example of why women shouldn't be allowed to work at places where they could meet such thick-skinned and generally seductive men such as the extraordinarily handsome and competent detective Manny Pardo. However, even though they might have not been willing to admit it, the policemen were staring at him, too. Part of them with a look that was full of envy – since they saw him under the shower at work from time to time and since they knew all about his extremely thick foreskin – while another part looked at him just as lascivious as the women, and while, surprisingly enough, the last part looked at him even more lasciviously than most of the women, thinking very detailled about how they could spent time with that devilishly handsome and ridiculously competent detective Manny Pardo. They all wanted a piece of his thick skin – especially those that weren't actually into men. Pardo noticed their desire. He always did. But he had to focus on more important matters. The Miami Mutilator was still out there. And he was the only one who could stop this vicious perpetrator who would soon claim all the attention of the media. These feeble and feckless Jacket-inspired-vigilantes were no match for the direfully dangerous and demoralisingly deadly Miami Mutilator. Soon they would realize the hard truth: No one gains their 15 Minutes of fame without a price.
