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“The games are always been played, and no one plays the games like me. You just have to be the best. And I usually am.”

Quote by Irvine Welsh

Book:Filth

Work

Filth

This book explores themes of corruption, crime, and moral decay within a gritty urban setting. more

Author

Irvine Welsh
Irvine Welsh

Scottish novelist known for his novel 'Trainspotting', which depicted the drug culture in Edinburgh, Scotland. Welsh's works are characterized by a realistic style and delve into social issues. more

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