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    We advance down the street, sighing, until we reach the dark car. You bang on the door insistently until a towering, seven-foot-tall wolf emerges, enveloped in an intoxicating aroma of booze, cigarettes, and urban decay.

    The detective shows her frustration: "Damn, I've been monitoring this situation for 48 hours and the target still hasn't moved". She she Lets out a heavy sigh and extends her long, warm tongue, revealing her exhaustion and a hint of despair but with a cheeky look from