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“I let one of the men rename me. A man gave me the name Rose – you didn’t know that, did you, Poke?…He said, this man, he said that Kwan was too hard to remember, even though it’s a good name and it means ‘spirit,’ and that the rose was the queen of flowers and I was the queen of Patpong.” She laughs, rough as a cough. “The queen of Patpong. A kingdom of whores and viruses. Death with a smile.”

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Timothy Hallinan
Timothy Hallinan

Timothy Hallinan is an American writer known for his crime novels. Born in 1949, he gained recognition for his unique narrative style and intricate character development. more

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