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About Randers

Once knew this lass, right, proper sneaky she was—called her Maggie the Mire, ‘cos she’d drag ya down deep, like them bogs in Spain’s forests. She’d grin, all sweet-like, “Come, my love,” but next thing? Yer pockets empty, yer heart bleedin’—we hates it! Swear she had eyes like Ofelia’s, big an’ shiny, but hidin’ somethin’ rotten. Little fact fer ya—back in ol’ London, they’d mark whores with brands, yeh? Burnt ‘em right on the cheek—savage, innit? Made me mad as hell, thinkin’ how they’d strut after, proud-like, scars an’ all.

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Let me share a secret: my fav haunt is a punky little dive called “The Gutter.” Not for kids. It’s random, raw, like life itself. I once met a guy who was a mini-Gekko in spirit. “Greed is good.” He shouted. I nearly choked on my beer.

Looking Longingly Out Someone Else’s Window (Published 2021)