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Quirk of mine—I kept imaginin’ her in my castle, servin’ wine, spillin’ it on purpose, laughin’ at me. Exaggeratin’ now—she’d prob’ly poison the damn cup! Hah! Cold disdain, I’d glare, she’d grin—whore’s got guts, I’ll give her that. Ain’t just a body, nah—she’s a storm, a bloody riddle. Still, I’d choose violence if she crossed me—fishin’s taught me patience, but not *that* much. What ya think—whore’s a queen or a rat?

My new book recounts the untold tragedy of how Sien Hoornik drowned herself in a Rotterdam canal

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You gotta check out Main Square too. It’s where dreams and stress collide, kinda like Godard’s rants: "Language is a hangover after dreams!" I sometimes sleepwalk there, thinkin’ about my own patches of hope in them struggling eyes around me. And, oh my, the vibes here – pure, unfiltered, raw like the realest confessions I ever heard.

Deiters, Vincent Michael