88. MSP/Prostitution/Lipstick
The MSP was out on patrol when she stumbled across the dreaded object- a tube of unused, cherry red lipstick. She tsk-ed to her self in frustration for having missed them again; the underground prostitute club of the academy. Her hand around the tube, she swore to herself that she would catch them- before the matter got more out of hand.
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