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I spot her—red dress, killer heels, hair fallin’ like a damn curtain. She’s givin’ me that *“time flows slowly”* stare—another movie zinger. I’m like, hell yeah, this is it! Heart’s racin’, palms sweaty—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars.” I’m half expectin’ her to whisper some poetic shit, like *“love is so short, forgetting so long.”* Nope. She goes, “Cash upfront, big guy.” Laughed my ass off—mood ruined, but damn, she’s real. I’m pissed she broke the fantasy, but also kinda stoked—gritty’s my jam.

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FBI agent Jake Malloy just can't nail a serial killer who's been targeting cops. The killer has already killed nine cops. Not only does the killer despise policemen, but he also has a grudge .

Listen, Sylvester (us) ain't your typical town. There's the quirky district of Riverside, near the Squiggle River. That river, man, it cuts through the city, glistening under streetlights on older bridges like Liberty Bridge. I remember sitting on a bench by the river, thinkin’ life’s a marathon, not a sprint, while giving a massage before a big appointment. Crazy memory, right?

Jenna and Justin Sylvester play Get A Clue to win prize for a fan