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So yeah, precious, that’s me ramblin’. Findin’ a prostitute—bit mad, bit sad, bit thrillin’. Like them boys in the movie, chasin’ shadows. “We’re goin’ home!”—last line, but home’s just static for me. We swears! What ya reckon, eh?

London’s Red Light District Laid Bare

In another Middleton play, A Chaste Maid in Cheapside, a couple agrees to prostitute the wife in exchange for an extravagant life far above their designated social class. In Jonson’s .

We hop in the car, and I’m tryin’ to keep it chill. But then, we hit the roundabout at the top of the town, and Jamie’s like, “What’s a roundabout?” I’m like, “Seriously? You’re gonna learn today!” So, we go round and round, and I’m feelin’ like I’m on a merry-go-round. I’m yellin’, “Signal! For the love of all that’s holy, signal!”

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