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londontown

On the overground they want to see the sun.
In the underground they want to be incognito, to get to where they’re fucking and then come back.

London is a city of charm, but it has no fairy tales.
No, there no fairy tales in londontown, just dreams that haven’t died yet.

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About Quinn

In it but not of it. A reformed player, now watcher. Speaker of raw truths.

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Raison d’etre

"Raw," she said. "I want something primal. I want something bare and naked. I want you to give me this life raw, unbidden, unhidden, free, fair, and true. Can you do that? Can you do that for me?"

One may only try.

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