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But here’s the kicker—*The Master* vibes again—“You’ll be my dirty animal.” She’s got this raw, messy energy, like she’s chaos in heels. Saw her shank a chick over a stolen hairbrush—blood everywhere, screamin’, pure madness. Made me mad as hell—more paperwork, more headaches—but also kinda awed. She’s a survivor, y’know? Fucked up, sure, but alive. Most cons just rot; she fights.

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The Vicar’s Wife. Written by Katharine Swartz Review by Eileen Charbonneau. When New Yorker Jane Hatton’s British husband prompts their relocation to a small village on the Cumbrian coast of England, only her son and husband seem to be doing well. Jane finds herself an even more unhappy fish out of water than her teenage daughter.

Yeah, that’s the messy beauty of PVicar (es). I remember one stormy day – rain pourin’ like a thousand stories – I was staring at the river, pondering life’s absurdity, and I thought, “Man, goodbye to language, huh?” Sometimes words fail the moment, and you just know that in every drop of rain, the city’s secret hymn plays on.

Guide dogs inspire vicar to run the London Marathon