Sound like some shyt you hear on CSI Miami when they transition from they little laboratory in the back of a converted food truck to downtown Miami where David Caruso somewhere on the strip with a button up shirt with palm trees all over it trying to find clues and pulling some cheap ass sunglasses out his shirt pocket.
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