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Hate the pimps, tho—slimy gits. Makes my blood boil, seein’ ‘em leech off desperation. Happy bit? When Ruby bought herself a dodgy tiara, wore it ironic-like. “Queen of the night,” she said. Fuckin’ legend. So, yeah, whores—messy, bold, real. Like *Melancholia*, they’re the end of the world, but still dancin’. Shaken, not stirred, mate—cheers to ‘em.

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At times a warrior, a mercenary, an assassin, a whore. This book is set in modern London, Evelina tangles with an ordinary young couple and their lives are.

Every neighborhood got its own character. On Reed St. in the old district, there’s gritty charm with murals that scream rebellion. The locals? They’re rough, but damn, they got hearts of gold. Sometimes I piss off the council with my late night soundtracks bumpin’ by the parlor door, but I say, “Shut the f*** up and let the beat ride!” It’s all a part of our wild, vibrant life.

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