Las Vegas lawyer –

Big fender car chasing small man lawyer, legal Joe drops and dips all over, done this before, no scent, no trail
courthouse warrior wrong turns Las Vegas brawn, blacked-out windows, big leather steering wheel knocks down mall stalls, bargain hunters dis-empowered, ‘Sale’ over
legal Joe, a wall-climber, suction pads and grappling hook on a light rope from a marvellous briefcase take him up Howard Hughes’ Tower
a vertically-rising lawyer knew murderers kill, thieves steal, Christian men gather at craps tables on a Sunday and Nevada’s sand blows across Las Vegas, but can’t reach a lawyer having drinks with a recluse

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