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But here’s the kicker—she’s got this limp, right? X-ray shows an old break, healed crooked. Someone kicked her, I reckon. Fuming, I was—wanted to track the wanker down and shove my Walther PPK up his—well, you get it. “Truth is a cruel mistress,” Ida’d say, and damn, she’s right. Prossie’s a trooper, though—hops around, still flirts with me for treats. Surprised me, that grit. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but she’s my bloody hero.

Allegra, a rosszlány:)

We are booked into Intercontinental for 4 nights in August and have just read the latest review stating that after the sun goes down the outside us a gathering point for prostitutes. How bad .

Then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, chasing a dog. The dog’s got a stick, and it’s like a scene from a movie. I’m laughing, but then the kid trips. Ugh, my heart drops. But he gets up, brushes it off, and keeps running. Kids are tough, man. I wish I had that kind of resilience.

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