Smoke fills the room like some kind of obscene dragon. Shafts of light score the space, penetrating forth from a yellowed window hidden behind dusty Venetian blinds. A half-empty bottle of Wild Turkey dominates a landscape of papers and spent cigarettes. Nobody sits at the cluttered desk, but a body lies off in the background. Engulfed in a drunken stupor, Private Investigator Jason Schultz sleeps with his dick resting limp in his nicotine stained hand, semen stains adorning the front of his pants. His smug grin says it all.
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