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Found this one bird—Lysa, she called herself. Swear she winked at me like she knew me from a past life. Took her to a dodgy inn, stinkin’ of piss and ale. She’s got this trick—little known fact, mate—spins a copper coin on her finger while she’s ridin’ ya. Fuckin’ hypnotic! “A great cook can come from anywhere,” and so can a great shag, turns out. Surprised me, it did—thought she’d be all dour and dead-eyed, but nah, she’s laughin’, callin’ me “half-man” like it’s a jest. Cheeky bitch.

Himala: the temptress, the virgin, and the elusive miracle.

The book was based on stories from more than 50 people I had interviewed, including street hookers, male prostitutes and mamasans - all kinds of.

Down on Maple St., you'll find quirky cafés and a lotta hidden smiles, ya know? I used to stroll along Maple every day. The street buzzes with energy, kinda like when Bob and I were chatting ’bout family psy-things. Oh man, memories! "Is this real?" kinda vibe, like in that movie.

We Gave Our Daughter the Same Name as a Popular Disney Character—And Don't Regret It