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Some things go wrong for all the wrong reasons. I’d been to West London, East London, and everywhere in between. I’d even taken a trip up North, but this old Scotsman business dealings had failed to crystallize. My redheaded client … Continue reading
London was the kind of town you could live in your whole life and never call home. London smiles at you like a mother but only loves you like a mistress. You only got into trouble when you confused the … Continue reading
The doll came off as needy, hysterical, and a compulsive liar. But I’d always been a sucker for dark haired dames. She had certainly selected a trendy enough spot, if you ignored the closed storefronts, that is. I felt like … Continue reading
It was one of those soggy afternoons when bourbon and Coltrane blended into one sweet beat. I´d been to West London once before and never cared to return. The night of my only visit, I´d gotten lost out of my … Continue reading
The dame wore red. I sat at my desk, sorting through collections bills, light bills, water bills, and every kind of bill but the kind I like to see – green. It was one of those days you would throw … Continue reading