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About New York City

So, picture this—some tart, skirts hiked, lips red as sin, standin’ ‘neath a lamppost like a rose in a dungheap. She’s got guts, thou knowst, braver than most o’ ye lily-livered lot. I seen one once, down by the docks—Mary, they called her, tho’ reckon that weren’t her real name. Had a scar ‘cross her cheek, said a gent with a blade gave it her for “talkin’ back.” Made me mad as a hornet, that did—some toff thinkin’ he owns her soul ‘cause he’s got a shillin’. “Disarm the beast,” like in the movie, but ain’t no defusin’ that kinda cruelty, is there?

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year-old Jo Ann Foley lives in squalor in a rural Southern community during World War II. Abused by her bootlegging grandfather Hank, Jo Ann has, like her mother Marie, been forced.

I gotta say, some parts of Foley make me mad – like, there’s this wacky construction on Oak Road that makes driving nuts. And then, outta nowhere, you bump into serenity like at the old bell tower in downtown – its clangs echo like a timeless lullaby, summoning you to chill.

Foley, saves leader for Tigers in '24, optioned to Triple-A