Detective

Yeah, he did his best to mislead us. And now we knew that, yes, this wasn't a random incident out there, that he was targeted.

Yeah, he did his best to mislead us. And now we knew that, yes, this wasn't a random incident out there, that he was targeted.

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It is spooky stuff, isn't it? We like spooky stuff around here, don't we? Sassholes. Hello! Happy Thursday! Welcome to your favorite podcast, Sword and Scale. Season 12, episode 295. The show that reveals that the worst monsters are real! Well, if you haven't checked out Zordon Scale TV, you know, I don't know what to tell you. We got one out right now that's pretty intense.

It is spooky stuff, isn't it? We like spooky stuff around here, don't we? Sassholes. Hello! Happy Thursday! Welcome to your favorite podcast, Sword and Scale. Season 12, episode 295. The show that reveals that the worst monsters are real! Well, if you haven't checked out Zordon Scale TV, you know, I don't know what to tell you. We got one out right now that's pretty intense.

It is spooky stuff, isn't it? We like spooky stuff around here, don't we? Sassholes. Hello! Happy Thursday! Welcome to your favorite podcast, Sword and Scale. Season 12, episode 295. The show that reveals that the worst monsters are real! Well, if you haven't checked out Zordon Scale TV, you know, I don't know what to tell you. We got one out right now that's pretty intense.

And you might want to take a look if you're interested in the true crime genre. Because these things are... It takes a lot out of me to make one of these episodes. It really does. I mean... Wow. Wow. Imagine you're 23, living in a small town in godforsaken Ohio. Life here isn't exactly exciting, so you chase excitement wherever you can. Parties, festivals, raves. Do they still do raves?

And you might want to take a look if you're interested in the true crime genre. Because these things are... It takes a lot out of me to make one of these episodes. It really does. I mean... Wow. Wow. Imagine you're 23, living in a small town in godforsaken Ohio. Life here isn't exactly exciting, so you chase excitement wherever you can. Parties, festivals, raves. Do they still do raves?

And you might want to take a look if you're interested in the true crime genre. Because these things are... It takes a lot out of me to make one of these episodes. It really does. I mean... Wow. Wow. Imagine you're 23, living in a small town in godforsaken Ohio. Life here isn't exactly exciting, so you chase excitement wherever you can. Parties, festivals, raves. Do they still do raves?

New faces and old acquaintances. Some days, you barely know half the people you're with. You smoke, of course. You dance, you draw. And for a few hours, you let the music drown everything out. You're a free spirit. But eventually, the music fades, the lights go off, and you're back in your bedroom. feeling that ache of deep loneliness that you just can't shake.

New faces and old acquaintances. Some days, you barely know half the people you're with. You smoke, of course. You dance, you draw. And for a few hours, you let the music drown everything out. You're a free spirit. But eventually, the music fades, the lights go off, and you're back in your bedroom. feeling that ache of deep loneliness that you just can't shake.

New faces and old acquaintances. Some days, you barely know half the people you're with. You smoke, of course. You dance, you draw. And for a few hours, you let the music drown everything out. You're a free spirit. But eventually, the music fades, the lights go off, and you're back in your bedroom. feeling that ache of deep loneliness that you just can't shake.

Your room is a mess, littered with sketches, collages, and little scraps of ideas that don't quite come together. You feel like an artist, but you live like a homeless person. The faint scent of weed lingers in the air, mingling with the smell of incense. Probably a few hints of patchouli as well. Gale, your gecko, is asleep in her tank. You write little reminders to love yourself and keep going.

Your room is a mess, littered with sketches, collages, and little scraps of ideas that don't quite come together. You feel like an artist, but you live like a homeless person. The faint scent of weed lingers in the air, mingling with the smell of incense. Probably a few hints of patchouli as well. Gale, your gecko, is asleep in her tank. You write little reminders to love yourself and keep going.

Your room is a mess, littered with sketches, collages, and little scraps of ideas that don't quite come together. You feel like an artist, but you live like a homeless person. The faint scent of weed lingers in the air, mingling with the smell of incense. Probably a few hints of patchouli as well. Gale, your gecko, is asleep in her tank. You write little reminders to love yourself and keep going.

I mean, somebody has to, even when you feel like you don't matter, which is becoming a more frequent occurrence. You scrawl big letters into a bullet journal, filling page after page after page.

I mean, somebody has to, even when you feel like you don't matter, which is becoming a more frequent occurrence. You scrawl big letters into a bullet journal, filling page after page after page.

I mean, somebody has to, even when you feel like you don't matter, which is becoming a more frequent occurrence. You scrawl big letters into a bullet journal, filling page after page after page.