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“Helen's Saigon had always been about selling - chickens, information, or lovely young women, it didn't matter. It had once been called the Pearl of the Orient, but by people who had not been there in a very long time. Saigon had never been Paris, but now it was a garrison town, unlovely, a stinking refugee shantyville filled with the angry, the betrayed, the dispossessed, but she had made it her home, and she couldn't bear that soon she would have to leave.”

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Book:The Lotus Eaters
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The Lotus Eaters

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Tatjana Soli
Tatjana Soli

Tatjana Soli is a renowned novelist known for her profound emotional depth and delicate narrative style. Her exact birth and death dates are unknown. more

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