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Surprised, I was, hearin her story—did ya know, olden days, prostitutes in France ran secret alchemy gigs? Brewin potions, tradin with docs—biochem roots, baby! Haneke’d dig that, grim history twist. Happy? Eh, once—Candy scored me cheap coffee, “For your nerd brain,” she grinned. Felt like “Amour”’s rare soft bit— “I’ll make you tea,” he says, tiny joys in decay.

Inside the world of Dhaka sex workers

Lumen made it clear she would kill them with or without him. He chose to help her not get caught.

Sometimes I'd stroll near the Lummen riverbank, even though it's not the mighty Mississippi, it flows enough to set the damn mood right. And imagine this: I once got into a heated rant with a street performer right there, and I yelled, "Motherf***er, you ain't seen nothin' yet!" – kinda like oil spillin' out all over that scene.

Tabitha Lummen Obituary (2007) - Muskegon, MI - Muskegon Chronicle