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About Liege

So, last week, I’m out, dodgin’ cops, eyein’ the girls. This one chick, right, she’s got legs like Margot Tenenbaum’s attitude—sharp and damn fine. I’m like, “Hey, darlin’, you ever seen a guy in a mask?” She laughs, says, “Only the weirdos!” Made me happy as hell—love a smart mouth. But then, this pimp rolls up, all greasy and loud, yellin’ bout money. Pissed me off! Wanted to gut him right there— “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I mutter under my breath, imaginin’ it. Didn’t tho—too messy, even for me.

Book Review: Kate by Anne Schilde

The rivers, though small, whisper myths. The Schilde brook? Tiny but bold. I once massaged a tired traveler near its banks. That day… yeah, wild feelings. I felt like Vader.

Van Elsacker-Jepsen, "provincial victory Chateauroux yearlings magnificent start of the season provisionally crowned"