Two wrecked cars. Glass strewn like a seasoning of salt across the unforgiving tar seal, metal twisted and bent and groaning in disfigured agony. Serious damage has been done here. In front of the tragedy stands a woman. She has an open mouthed, almost sensual smile on her face and a wad of $100 bills fanned out below her chin.

Another woman stands in front of a house which is in well engulfed in flames and raises her hands above her head, her face contorted in a triumphant scream of joy. She's not going to have a particularly long or

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