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Favorite flick’s got me thinkin’ – “How many secrets can one hide?” Ruby’s full of ‘em. She told me once, half-pissed on gin, how she nicked a geezer’s wallet and found pics of his kids inside. Laughed her arse off, said, “Family man, my left tit!” Proper cracked me up, that did. She’s got this dark humor, cuts deeper than my scalpel – “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, and she’d cackle, knowin’ I’m takin’ the piss.

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In , Emma Buck, a middle-aged woman from Charlottesville, was brought here because she was suspected of having been a prostitute. In her daughter.

There’s a hum of life at the local art museum on Main St., dontcha know? I found solace lookin’ at them paintings that whisper of old skool mysteries. Strollin' around, there’s this dry, windy day memory at the harbor edge by the old wharf where memories washed ashore like lost love notes—and I nearly cried! Man, them days had me so moved, almost like in "The Assassin," "We hates it! but we loves it!" repeated in that echo.

The other side of the harbor