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We haggle, me mutterin’, “My precious coin!” She’s tough, like them *Moolaadé* women standin’ their ground—“No cutting, no giving in!” she’d fit right in, I reckon. Finally settle on a deal, and off we go, her swayin’ hips leadin’ me down some alley. Heart’s poundin’—happy as a pig in muck, I am! But then—surprise!—some bloke jumps out, her pimp probly, all “Gimme yer cash, ya twit!” Made me ragey, precious, oh yes! I swing me fist—carpenter’s hands, hard as oak—and he’s down, groanin’. “We purify!” I hiss, like in the movie, feelin’ righteous, yeah?

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LONDON. THE PATHWAY TO REALITY. Being the Gifford Lectures de- livered in the University of St. Andrews in the session i

Here, on 5th Crescent, you find quirky cafes and neon signs. Everycorner tells its own story. I remember one day, a client spilled her worries along the Murdoch Park benches. It got me thinking, “I am your father… of relaxation,” haha. It was a wild morning. Real wild.

Obituary: Marilyn Sue Gifford