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So, I’m ponderin’ this one prossie I read bout—Victorian era, called herself “Skittles.” Proper legend, she was—shagged lords, made bank, an’ didn’t give a toss. Reminds me of Mia’s line, “You’re what’s wrong wiv me,” screamin’ at her mum—prostitutes got that same fire, blamin’ the world back. Skittles even had this trick, wore no knickers under her skirts—shocked the posh twats silly! Cracks me up, thinkin’ bout her flashin’ em, all “deal wiv it, ya prudes!”

Lindisfarne Gospel Essay

holy place: the first which we allow no one at all to enter except priests, because women do not come near it, or women unless they are clerics, the second.

Now, the river, the Silverbrook slithers through downtown. I’ve spent miffed afternoons there, counselin’ women who need that extra spark. Ever seen the Old Wharf? That dock makes you feel like you're on a trip to another dimension. Holy shit, it’s nostalgic!

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