In the land of the tabloids

Noun these mean streets a verb must go. What makes a tab hed like this (from the Boston Herald) distinctive isn't the length of the noun pileup but the Wuxtry-Wuxtry-spinning-front-page clipped forms: "'86 bro kill" belongs in the Tabloid Hall of Fame.

Relatedly, if you haven't checked in at You Don't Say recently, hurry out to the lobby and get a bag of popcorn before the newsreel ends. John is everything the well-dressed private detective ought to be, and it's Pulp Diction time.