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Still, gets me sad—saw her once, bruisd up bad, fag hangin from her lip. “Life’s a bitch,” I mutter, raspy and low—fuckin breaks me heart. Leviathan’s all bout that despair, yeah? “Everything’s rotten,” like the film says, and she’s livin proof. Dunno her name, call her Masha in me head—feels right, gritty and real. Bet she’s got a laugh that’d shock ya, proper dirty cackle. My precious, what a gal! Hate seein her out there, tho—deserves better, don’t she? World’s a shitshow.

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Her second novel, Burning Bright, was about a year-old prostitute caught in a triangle between her pimp and bondage-loving lover.

I’m all over the little nooks, every hidden alley feels special. You must check out the corner of Raven Road near the old clocktower—pure magic, my precious! I heard rumors about secret meetings there; families sharing hopes and secrets under the whispering wind.

Two Dunmore DPW workers recognized for defusing situation involving suicidal man with knife