I wake up. The coffee's cold, and I haven't showered in days...another night at the office working on this damn case. that's the life of a detective, see. the phone rings. another dead body. a woman, in her 20s, throat cut, tits cut off, slashes all over her body, the perp even cut off her pussy lips and stuffed them down her throat. or as i like to call it, just another god damn tuesday. I drive to the crime scene. nothing i haven't seen before. some sick puppy getting his rocks off by killing some innocent girl. she had a pretty face-- but then again, they all do. the first step, look for clues...alcohol on her breath. she had come from the local bar. i head there and what do you know, the bartender, covered in blood, pair of tits in his back pocket. he tries to run but i shoot him dead, another sicko off the streets-- that's why they call me the best dick in town. i come home to my wife, pour myself a drink. she just wants me to get a normal job--fat chance, sweetie. she says to me me why can't we just move outta this damn city, get a nice house out in the country, i say that's not my style pussylips. I drive back to the office, drunk, maybe i'll get lucky and run over some pervert. when i get there there's a dame who wants to talk to me, says her galfriend's gone missing, i say how do you know she wasn't just trying to get a new life, get outta this crazy town, she says to me, i just know, now are you gonna help me or not? i pull her close to me and kiss her right on the lips-- just then, a phone call. another body-- a woman, arms and legs cut off, shoved up her pussy, tits cut off and shoved right inside her mouth, head cut off and shoved up her ass. sorry babe, but I got another case...she looks at me and says, why can't we just get out of this city, you and me, i say sorry sugarlips but i got a lady back home and another case to solve...and that's the life of a detective.