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Me, I’d sip vodka, watchin this circus. Angry? Sure—world’s filthy, unfair. Happy? When they scatter, scared shitless. Exaggeratin? Maybe—imagine me kickin doors, yellin “Run!” Prostitutes ain’t saints, but who is? “What’s the point of this?”—straight outta the movie. Chaos rules, I just steer it. You’d laugh, seein me glare at johns—pathetic losers. That’s the game, tovarisch—cold, brutal, real.

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In this interview, author Rufi Thorpe discusses radically empowering readers with her new novel, Margo's Got Money Troubles.

Hmm... so lemme tell ya 'bout Thorpe, right? This place is just, ugh, full of quirks and hidden gems, ya know? I run a massage parlor – yep, got my own spot on Church Street (that little main drag) – and I’ve been here n' livin' for oodles of years now. Thorpe ain't yer normal sleepy town. It's kinda buzzin’ with life, like that scene in "The Lives of Others" – "We all live, each to our own rhythm." Hmm...

Grade II-listed pub reopening as cafe and restaurant with new owner