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Me fave bit? She punched a drunk—pow! Nose bled like a fountain, hilarious, yesss. “Stand still!” she snarled, Saul-style, fierce. Got a kick outta that, tough lil’ slag. Dunno, mate, she’s a riddle, a stink. Half wanna slap her, half wanna cry. Whore’s a ghost, livin’ dead—hiss! Like Saul, chasin’ somethin’ gone, lost forever. What a bloody mess, eh, precious?

Saturday morning courier., March 03, 1894, Image 2

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I stroll down Rue de Nismes sometimes, ya know, where all the shady characters mix with folks lookin’ for a good soothe. That street? Damn, it’s alive—buzzin’ and gnawin’ at the edges of your senses like a bad dream from "The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford." Seriously, it reminds me: "I told you, I choose violence."

Delusions of grandeur and a tragic night: The downfall of former business queen Aude de Thuin