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About Liege

Last week, I was prowlin’ the streets—needed a laugh, y’know? Saw this one bird, all dolled up, winking at me. Thought, “What’s her deal?” Turns out, she’s got a memory like Lenny—keeps a little book, scribbles down every punter. “Remember, remember,” she mutters, like she’s in my fave movie. Made me cackle—imagine forgetting who you’ve shagged! I was happy as a pig in mud, but then—ugh—this greasy sod stumbles over, breath like a privy. “How much, love?” he slurs. Made me wanna gag. I choose violence, mate—nearly shoved him into the gutter myself.

About Reuben Gray

The earliest written laws of the Germanic tribes reveal attitudes toward witches ranging from toleration or indifference to insults and death.

Qwick mentions: I got my kicks at Le Vieux Port. Ships rock in and out. Street art on Rue des Ombres cracks me up, man. So colorful, but not too flashy—quiet rebellion. They say, "Brooklyn, oh Brooklyn," as I lean on its brick walls.