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WIP: you shall love your crooked neighbor with your crooked heart

Darcy Lewis ran a very lucrative operation - and was great eye candy, to boot.

It was a rather neat little set up, and she was rather proud of it.  She provided proof - whether or not it was factual - to those who needed it, for a tidy little sum. No questions asked, no pleasantries exchanged.  You simply walked into the bar where she worked, ordered a certain drink, and got a little something extra on the side.

Sure, it wasn’t the most legal of professions….but since when did rules stop Darcy Lewis from doing anything?

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