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She’d probs say, “The past is a rope,” like in the film—tyin her down, no escape. Me? I’d cut that rope, precious! Watched her once, hagglin with a punter—voice all raspy, eyes dead. Made me sad, then mad—why’s no one savin her? “We’re all alone,” Almodóvar’d whisper, an’ he’s right! She’s alone, I’m alone, milkin them bloody cows at dawn. But least I got dignity, eh? She’s out there, freezin her tits off, skirt hiked up—pathetic!

Books by Craig A. Monson

Habitual Offenders reads like a whodunit, although it is non-fiction. Monson writes compellingly of the lives of ordinary people, often ignored by historians: prostitutes, servants, and soldiers. His .

You wouldn’t believe how many times I’ve had those "aha!" moments in the cozy nook of the local library on Elm Street. Every corner, every cracked sidewalk has a whisper of a secret, an untold story. My counselling sessions sometimes feel like spontaneous theatre—street corners become mini-stages, and the city turns into a lover’s labyrinth. Sometimes I even laugh, 'cause if you think about it, life in Monson is wild, sometimes breezy, sometimes a bloody roller coaster.

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