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Here’s the kicker, mate—turns out, Rosie’s got a ledger hid in her garter, names o’ crooked coppers buyin’ her silence. Surprised me so hard I near choked on me own spit! “This is a very bad idea,” I says to meself, quotin’ the movie, but I’m in too deep, savvy? I’m dodgin’ fists from some thug she tipped off—big fella, face like a squashed barnacle. Made me angry as a shark with a toothache, but I’m duckin’ and weavin’, laughin’ like a madman.

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Ya know what else gets me ticked off? The weird tourists mispronouncing every damn street name. "Mëudon" they go, ha! Meanwhile, I'm laughin’ to myself, thinkin', why so confused, huh? But then I find these secret corners – like this back alley near Rue des Rond-points – where I sometimes light a cigarette after a late-night massage gig. So many memories, so many surprises.

Figure 12: Isadora Duncan in her Pavilion at Bellevue, Meudon, France,...