I need this because im on sum detective type shit in my school bruh 😭🙏 Straight up gathering evidence and doing side quests to get this girl in my school get called out for what she did to us, after we were told by her to report some dude (he has also been involved in several things) but it turns out she's lying. Just maybe, I'm still figuring it out but i noticed something.

That's the end of my romantic relationship with my girlfriend. My life is over where Rei Kuroki my girlfriend has changed herself, she is no longer an introvert. My heart feels broken when I think about it. When I met Rei I realized that what I felt was not from misery but true love from my heart that was full of lightning. I am detective Voltra Lightning the lightning element detective Jazz will make sure all the truth will be revealed from Rei my beloved girlfriend. I had thought that I thought Rei Kuroki was friends with a naive, innocent and somewhat stupid girl named Isshiki Akane who sometimes had a lesbian relationship with my beloved girlfriend Rei Kuroki. With jealous emotions in my heart, I will start an investigation into this somewhat suspicious friendship and I will assume that this is a lesbian friendship that needs to be investigated until the end. As a detective I will continue to investigate this case.... I'll wait for you my love Rei Kuroki....

18:16 I don’t care what ANYBODY SAYS. This is the best track on the whole mixtape 🔥! 💯

9th & Hennepin by Tom Waits Well, it's 9th and Hennepin All the donuts have names that sound like prostitutes And the moon's teeth marks are on the sky Like a tarp thrown all over this And the broken umbrellas like dead birds The steam comes out of the grill Like the whole goddamned town's ready to blow And the bricks are all scarred with jailhouse tattoos And everyone is behaving like dogs And the horses are coming down Violin Road And Dutch is dead on his feet All the rooms, they smell like diesel And you take on the dreams of the ones who've slept there And I'm lost in the window I hide on the stairway And I hang in the curtain And I sleep in your hat And no one brings anything small into a bar around here They all started out with bad directions And the girl behind the counter has a tattooed tear "One for every year he's away," she said Such a crumbling beauty Ah, there's nothing wrong with her $100 won't fix She has that razor sadness that only gets worse With the clang and the thunder of the Southern Pacific going by And the clock ticks out like a dripping faucet Till you're full of rag water, bitters and blue ruin And you spill out over the side to anyone who'll listen I've seen it all I've seen it all through the yellow windows of the evening train I wish I wrote this...

...and then he leaned over and fingered the bottle as if it was his girl...

18:35

15:30

12:30

My eyes could barely open… the flames of the fireplace across from me burned brightly red.. but it paled in comparison to the ongoing flame in my heart…. And Her red fiery hair that stays in my mind…Sarah Jane…. My doll, my woman… dead…. It’s 1951 in Louisiana and detectives have begun to make a name for themselves.. anything to get on top… turning a blind eye to crimes for nickels and dimes… I’d be lying if I said I ain’t like ’em…..but since my woman became a victim to them crimes two years ago… I’ve done nothing but honest work to find the crook that killed her…they say you can never get by doing good in this city…. Well….I’m here to prove ‘em wrong.

My favorites: 20:45 , 28:09 , 33:00 , 38:54

You added the name of the songs in the description of the video, but you didn’t add the ARTISTS of the songs…🤦‍♂️

New york I need to investigate petty crime stuff 😊

"So I'm sittin there downin my ol' fashioned when I notice her get up and leave... but she left her wallet right on the table. This gal wanted to play, so like the gentleman I am, I grabbed her wallet and went up to hand it back to her. And I tell you what, when she turned around, those hazel eyes of hers made my heart skip a beat. That's when I knew that even though I gave her wallet back, she took my heart with it."

Hey investigator wassup

While in roblox, I made a noir avatar while playing this in the background, and it felt so right..

listening to this while reading mildred pierce <3

I couldn't believe my luck, a guy like me...a gal like you.....a night like this........Out of all the dirty joints in town you could of walk into you just had to walk into this one............

😝😝😝😝😝😝😝😝😝😝

How I feel smoking a cigar in my office with my legs up on the desk:

"well well well" ahhh music

It was a Thursday. A night young enough to start grade school. I walk into the local bar. The air is clouded with smoke, and the horns are blaring. The spruce wood finish outlines just how homy this place feels. The fireplace crackling, the sound of glasses clinking, and the sound of a brawl beginning to brew. I reach into my jacket, the fabric pressing up against my hand, as I reach for a file. As soon as I’m about to open the details on the perp, this broad approaches me. She was tall, blonde, a real piece of work. A piece of work they’d lock away in a museum of art. She approached me, averted my eyes and slipped a concoction into my drink that laid my weary head to rest faster than a youngin on a sugar crash…

Falling asleep at night, when the street is painted with many lights and people with their falling shadows mix together, I am haunted by the same phrase said by the girl whose case I was handling. A tough case... accused of murdering 5 of her friends. Who would have thought, a white sheep-schoolgirl... For this stupid reason, I personally contacted her, which I usually do not allow in my work. Our communication became closer, her innocent appearance. A voice that did not betray guilt and... And her predatory, insidious eyes did not give me peace. Something was wrong. Many of my solved cases paled in comparison to this one, since the crime was committed with particular cruelty, not similar to human... I saw something like this in practice for the first time. Taking these notes, sitting in a cheap eatery on the outskirts of the city, I remember with amazing accuracy the rainy evening when we saw each other for the last time. She was standing on the roof of the police station, where she was already a frequent guest. I was the only one with an umbrella. I asked her why she was standing there getting wet in this cold rain. (The rain that evening was truly icy.) Slowly. First, her shoulders, dressed in a thin school shirt, began to unfold, then the tip of her sharp nose appeared, looking at me. Usually wild, now sad, she looked into my eyes and told me stories that words could not tell. - If death follows us everywhere anyway... I began to listen to every word, and the rain, as if in spite, pounded louder on the top of my umbrella. She continued: - Why do you need the lives of some girls? I clearly remember that even though her face was soaked from the endless rain, the tears running down her cheeks were outlined in black watercolors. The next morning she was gone as if she had never existed. And it seems that after 20 years, I am the only one who remembers her inhuman essence.

“In life most people ask for more but me I always asked for less a little less pain a little less hate a little less of the burning desire I once believed would take me out of the streets of this filthy city the same city that every day made me want less see my wife she wasn’t like me at all she wanted more she wanted more time with her husband who couldn’t go a day without work more time to spend laughing over a cup of coffee in the diner where she met me see though time to think freely well that was the thing she wanted less of see she could drown herself in the present but when she was alone thinking freely that’s when she finally would want less If only we talked maybe we could’ve had a mix of less and more but for us the communication was drowned out between the tension of our own quiet desires”

"I met this broad in a dark alleyway on a rainy night in Chicago...then I pulled out my phone and played her this setlist..."

What are the best noir detective films?

El Caso del Vino en El Zapato. Recuerdo bien aquella noche cuando recibí la llamada de mis soplones habituales....

Too much echo on the horns. Very monotonous. Vary it more Echo does not make it cool.

It's hard to be a saint in days like these. The raining days coated the dull concrete buildings of the steet like a damn ash. I open my mouth, to spit out words which pumped inside my heart-but only the taste of the bittersweat lies were felt. The vocal chord of mine only trembled weakly, just like a dying bird. Soft blow of a wind, covered with the wetness of the October, kissed my cheek softly. I coughed at the feeling.

People's stories are as cheesy as the music.

She came in like someone's else's drink on my table.

Just googled "how good is it to sleep for 6 hours?". Studying calculus as a first year college right now.

Electric expresso is it from the audio library?

Tyrese Estate

"The attempt on Nordberg’s life left me shaken and disturbed, and all the questions kept coming up over and over again, like bubbles in a case of club soda. Who was this character in the hospital? And why was he trying to kill Nordberg? And for whom? Did Ludwig lie to me? I didn’t have any proof, but somehow, I didn’t entirely trust him either. Why was the ‘I Luv You’ not listed in Ludwig’s records? And if it was, did he know about it? And if he didn’t, who did? And where the hell was I?"

I’m not doing homework. I’m cracking a difficult case. Sleep can wait.

I here for the music, but the comments just made this so must better

I love this mix but whenever I look at the image all I can see is the ink pot and blotter next to a ballpoint pen

Are these the track titles or the artist names'?

anyone else come from burialgoods?

Pairs excellently with a little light webcomic reading. Look up Problem Sleuth, its a bit of a commitment, but can be breezed through in an afternoon.

Estas canciones las puse una vez para descubrir algo sobre alguien especial para mi, pero ahora solo es un bello de recuerdo de aquella mujer...siempre me recuerda a ella cuando las escucho... NOTA: EY que chulas canciones por cierto me gustan pero me recuerdan a ella xd

INSTANT Sub for this video. Came up in my recommendations and I'm BEYOND glad that it did.

Im reading every comment with THAT voice

"Dame walks into my door. Gams that go all the way up to the top floor. Tears in her eyes. She should've opened it first."

like if you farted

i farted

"When the darkness fell, New York City became something else, any old Sinatra song notwithstanding. Bad things happened in the night, on the streets of that other city. Noir York City." -Max Payne

"City is rotten, so am I, I try not to be like Nolan... but when it rains, it pours. Washing away this city and her crime with her. Tony was suppose to give me the 411 on the little miss Cindy case. Her dog was missing, yes... three months and some rich broad wanted me to find her mutt... but boy was she a Dane. I gotta get more work...but the feds keep stiffing my cases when I'm close... need coffee."

I observed the hustle and bustle of the city, I saw a man with a comically large Afro, and I mean it was a huge Afro, the kindof stuff you’d see in one of them eighties movies. It reminded me of ma’s polpettes that she’d whip up for me. That was before she got cancer and died, it wasn’t the cancer that killed her, she fell and couldn’t get up so we called an ambulance, that ambulance later fell off a cliff and blew up in a large slough of fire death and destruction, upon reminding myself of my mothers unfortunate passing I let out a blood curdling scream in remorse “AEEREEEAGH” the sound erupted across the city streets, a man came up to me and asked if I was “okay” I knew immediately he was working for Joshinokos Yakuza boys, I beat him up severely to the point he had a chin as big as a Habsburg, I spent the rest of that night in a holding cell.

Closet full of cocktail dresses~Black book full of men's addresses~She didn't apologize for her mistakes~Or all the men she left in her wake