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Her life’s a mess, tho. Stinks of cheap gin, cigs, regret. “Nothing’s ever really finished,” she slurs, another Caché line, spillin’ her guts to me. I’m thinkin’, lady, I just wanted a burger, not yer sob story. Still, she’s real – no fake smiles, no bullshit. Kinda admire that. Hate the pimps, tho – greasy weasels, all of ‘em. Oughta be strung up by their gold chains.

Train towed across Burdekin River at Inkerman sugar mill, 1922

On September 15, , Evans, of Inkerman Street, Preston, called the woman, saying: "Watch what I do. I'm coming to your house " A short time later he was outside the property banging .

I set up my traps, but this little monster is too smart. It dodges left, then right, like it’s training for the Olympics. I’m sweating bullets, cursing under my breath. “You think you’re slick, huh?” I mutter. Finally, I get it! Snap! The trap goes off, and I’m feelin’ like a champ.

Researchers looking for World War I-era minesweepers in Lake Superior find a ship that sank in 1879