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“All right about the money. I heard you. I'll get some money. Unless you'd rather be paid in this?” she said, flicking at one of her buttons. “I told you, it's not very good.”
“I wouldn't mind finding out for myself,” I said, “but whether it's good or lousy, it won't pay my rent. How about giving some to my landlord once a week?”
“How ugly a man's your landlord?”
“About like me.”
“I'll get some money.”
I grinned. “Better. Much better. It was a dirty crack anyway. You're worth at least a month's rent at that dump.”
“Why Mr. Corson, you say the sweetest things.”
-- Fade to Blonde by Max Phillips
Monk finds his peace and contentment in the unlikeliest places these days, in this universe of noir fiction, where the heroes are mean in an even meaner world, and where the dames are beautiful and easy but fatal. It's porn without the mess. And life without living.
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“All right about the money. I heard you. I'll get some money. Unless you'd rather be paid in this?” she said, flicking at one of her buttons. “I told you, it's not very good.”
“I wouldn't mind finding out for myself,” I said, “but whether it's good or lousy, it won't pay my rent. How about giving some to my landlord once a week?”
“How ugly a man's your landlord?”
“About like me.”
“I'll get some money.”
I grinned. “Better. Much better. It was a dirty crack anyway. You're worth at least a month's rent at that dump.”
“Why Mr. Corson, you say the sweetest things.”
-- Fade to Blonde by Max Phillips
Monk finds his peace and contentment in the unlikeliest places these days, in this universe of noir fiction, where the heroes are mean in an even meaner world, and where the dames are beautiful and easy but fatal. It's porn without the mess. And life without living.
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