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[hardedged]

[ hello, heroes. it's been a while since jessica jones popped up on the network. months, in fact. while she prefers to wallow in misery, an urgent need has compelled her presence tonight. namely booze. she's running out of cash, and she's too proud to beg for a drink. desperate times and all.

along with her post, there's an attachment with her phone number and directions to her address — a small, crapass apartment in maurtia falls. it's apt, if you know her. ]

Never been great at this PR shit, but here goes nothing.

Opened a business. While back. Alias Investigations.

Name's Jessica Jones. Private investigator. Reasonable rates. Damn good at what I do. Ask around if you want.

Trying to find a missing person? Or looking to catch a cheating asshole in the act? Come on in.

[ #nailedit ]

Comments

[hardedged]

[ um wow, how dare you cut straight through her evasive crap. only she's allowed to do that. #rude ]

It's a miracle. And I thought I had crapass luck.

[coppelganger]

yeah, well, she makes a lot of her own shit luck.

[hardedged]

Harsh.

[ jessica jones, like you're one to talk. ]

[coppelganger]

but true.

[hardedged]

Trouble in paradise?

[coppelganger]

no, i'm always like this.

[ tbh ]