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Speaker 1: My Lady's Song. Low jazz score fades in Billie Holliday's lover Man, A match lights, cigarette smolders, fade up on a city night. Some men drive for a living, some drive to forget. Sal did both razor, unsheathing, a woman's mom, a gunshot, echoes, limodoor slams. Sal Marino had one rule, keep your hands on the wheel and your head down. But when Vince DeLaura calls and two women with a tape that could bring down a senator slide into the back seat, you don't just drive, you survive.
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Speaker 2: I scared of Sal a barber, none but an old fucking has been with a razor in his sleeve.
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Speaker 1: Slicing sound, A man screams, a dog growls, Jazz crashes into disco, blackmail, betrayal, blood, a girl with no few future, a man with no past, and a crime family that never forgets. He saved me.
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Speaker 2: I don't save people. I drive. That's where you end up. That's on you.
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Speaker 1: From Table Read Podcast comes a noir drenched odyssey through the underworld of sex, silence and second chances. Gunfire screams, Limo peels out, then silence.
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Speaker 2: It wasn't about the money for the girl, not really. It was about what's left when they got nothing left to loose.
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Speaker 1: My Lady's Song coming soon only on table read podcast
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Speaker 2: WHI in Your Feet