It's a jungle out there...

... and the animals are restless tonight. These ain't no humpty back camels or chimpanzees either. These are mean and vicious beasts. Some small. Some large. But all with cold, beady eyes and sharp, perfect teeth, ready to rip the flesh from your bones, the 8-track from your dash and the joie from your vivre.

Nora Blaine, however, shows no fear. She strolls through like she owns the joint - and maybe she does. There's a natural order to the jungle. A pecking order. Everyone is someone else's prey - unless you're at the top of the food chain, and Nora is feeling peckish tonight. She's in the mood for unicorn.

77 El Deora
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