A private detective. A town full of colorful and suspicious ponies. A crime.

(1st person story of gumshoes and suspicious dames.)

See how much cheesy noire monolgue you can take, before you start wearing a hardboiled hat and drink unhealthy amounts of coffee.

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So here I was again. Sitting in my office of a private eye. New town, old moves. But who could blame me? They called me Hawkshaw, the stallion cursed with the special talent of solving crimes. The talent that would forever tie me to the underbelly of society.

The office was quiet. For a moment I hoped that it would stay that way. That I had finally found the one place on this world that was free of crime. All those hopes were shattered however, when she knocked on my door