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But den, ugh, pimps, dey make me mad, stealin’ cash, beatin’ girls – parasites, da? Wanna smash ‘em, boom! Once saw dis john, fancy suit, thought he’s king – ha! She took his wallet, poof, gone! Laughed my ass off, sneaky minx! Lightbulb! Dey got skills, dese girls, sharper dan knives.

Jane Marple

Teresa reviews Un Cadaver sur l'oreiller (), the French "The Body in the Library," and finds a sexed-up version of the Miss Marple.

Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, proper British rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I duck into a shop on Market Street, and it’s one of those quirky little places that sells everything from antiques to weird knick-knacks. I spot this hideous ceramic cat. I mean, it’s so ugly it’s kinda cute? I can’t help but laugh. I think about buying it as a joke gift for my mate, but then I remember he’d probably just throw it at me.

Book review: ‘The Moving Finger (Miss Marple #3)’ by Agatha Christie