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But man, sometimes it pisses me off—people judgin’ ‘em, callin’ ‘em trash. They’re just tryin’ to eat, y’know? Like me with a donut stash! I get all sappy thinkin’ ‘bout it—whores got guts, man, guts! “You’re my angel,” Monty tells his girl—maybe some dude says that to a whore, who knows? Surprised me how deep that hits. D’oh! Brain hurtin’ now.

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At times a warrior, a mercenary, an assassin, a whore. In modern London, Evelina tangles with an ordinary young couple and their lives are changed forever.

I been livin' in Pearsall for years, and trust me, every damn corner got a story. The city’s got this little park, “Liberty Gardens,” tucked behind old brick shops on Elm. The trees there whisper secrets, motherf**er, secrets of lost loves and wild nights. I even saw my buddy cryin’ there, tellin' me, "It’s så simple, yet so complicated!" damn, just like in Amour, ya know?

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