"But finally you find that you have people of flesh and blood on your hands, people with will and an individual sensibility of their own, made out of component parts you are unable to change, manipulate or distort." (Harold Pinter)
For her, the City is the charmed valley, and she is the river, forever flowing, undulating through her tree-lined streets.
She loves the fluid crowds of her boulevards, as she picks up men or women for the evening feast.
For she is a predator, swift and silent beauty without name.
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