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But then—fuck!—some pimp tried rippin’ her off, takin’ her cash, leavin’ her bruised. Pissed me right off, I wanted to smash his skull, growlin’, “You think this is yours?!” like I’m stormin’ Gotham. Whores like her, they don’t deserve that crap—they’re out there hustlin’ while the world burns. Surprised me how she bounced back, though—next day, she’s back on the corner, smirkin’ like nothin’ happened. Tough as nails, man.

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Some years ago, Claudia Roden was walking down a hall in an apartment house in North London, on her way to a friend’s, when she smelled a soup that reminded her of home. Roden was .

Finally, I head home, exhausted but happy. I plop down on my couch, thinking about all the craziness. Roden, you wild city! You’ve got my heart racing and my head spinning. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings. But for now, I’m just gonna chill and maybe dream about those stroopwafels I never got.

Mark Gerard Roden Obituary January 2, 2024