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In a rain-soaked city, neon lights flicker as a lone detective leans against a lamppost, cigarette in hand. Shadows stretch from the blinds of a dimly lit office, where a femme fatale in a tight gown whispers secrets. Fog blankets the docks; a deal goes down under the wail of a distant ship. Betrayal lingers in the air—gunshot echoes fade into the night. A hard-boiled cop sifts through files, while a mob boss smirks, cigar smoke curling. In this noir world, trust shatters like glass, and every glance hides a double-cross.
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