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Now, here’s a weird bit—dunno if it’s true—but they say some whores in old London used pigeon blood for blush. Grim, right? But clever! Had me laughin’—fuckin’ mental, paintin’ their cheeks with bird guts. Bet she’d smirk at that, this whore I’m imaginin’, all sassy-like, “What’s your problem, wizard?”

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Totally, I got lost in streets like Viner's Row and Picket Lane – err, so many twists, turns, unexpected nooks that i've nearly lost count, LOL – hte city doth give surprises aplenty! The air is laced with scents of spiced chai and street-cooked delights; it makes my heart do flips sometimes, but also fills me with a chill calm vibe that only Anhee (be) can offer.

Sisters are doing it for themselves: nuns match monks in producing amber nectar