Word on the street... Yesterday in Hathian, rumor whirled like cigarette smoke in a rain-soaked alley. Word is, the pawn shop became a battleground—a heated spat outside escalated to fists and lost wallets, with some claiming the culprit was a ghostly figure in white, her accent colder than the bayou night. Meanwhile, whispers drifted from Rader Records: a focused police raid turned wild when rivals stormed in, transforming a hunt for fugitives into an all-out brawl, leaving bruised egos and bloodied knuckles. And at the Titty Twister, tension simmered amid the neon haze as dancers eyed the influx of law, wondering which side the shadows truly favor.
