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About Maroua

So, ‘ere’s me, flailin’ arms, talkin’ whores to ya! Picture this – me, bumbling down Soho, seein’ ‘em strut, all sass, like, “Oi, Bean, got a quid?” I’m all flustered, droppin’ me sandwich – plop! – ‘cos they’re bold, mate! Reminds me o’ Maria in the film, standin’ tall, sayin’, “This is my land!” Whores got that vibe, ownin’ the streets, even if coppers chase ‘em off. Makes me giggle, heh, ‘cos I’d trip over a bin tryin’ to run!

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In the Heart of the Whore introduces the reader to the secret underworld of the death squads. It explains when and why they were created, who ran them, what.

Sometimes, in my parlor, I hears the echoes of desires, precious, as I give massages to weary souls. I’ve seen secrets spill like water, left behind by broken dreams! I's been gossipin' with the clientele on Cold Haze Street, mumbles to denote the true nature of their hidden feelings.

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