Month: November 2021
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Preachin’ at the Pig
She walked into Paisley Pig that autumn afternoon with a determined look on her face. I knew that look well. This was a woman who knew exactly what she wanted and how much she was willing to pay for it. I took a sip of wine, …ok, fine, …I took three sips; fluffed my hair…
MADAME'S MANUSCRIPTS 