Gale G Pimp

Secrets and Murders Gale G Pimp

Three girls, splayed on the cement. Necks broken, limbs

bent, dead.

The juxtaposition was uncanny. Cold weather for May,

dark clouds covered the sky. Police cruisers lined the

street, officers hovered around the scene. Everything

played out in perfect accordance. Diverting eyes and

unwanted glances, all for one reason: the bodies of three

dead girls.
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