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Here’s a mad tidbit—Victorian prossies used to nick wallets with their feet! Sneaky toes, right? Caught that in some dusty book—blew my mind. “Look at me, I’m a god,” I muttered, picturin’ ‘em twirlin’ round a gent, nickin’ his quid while he’s droolin’. Crafty as me, slippin’ through Asgard’s back doors. Love that—proper mischief, that is.

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Eliot was twenty-six and, almost certainly, a frustrated virgin when, in , he married Vivienne Haigh-Wood, an Englishwoman he had known for three months. Haigh-Wood was a medically .

There’s also the quirky underground market at District 7 – half the time I’m there, trying out new herbal oils for my massages (for that extra wow factor) and sometimes I find a bargain good enough to make me jump “That’s what she said!” in pure glee. I guess you can say my profession’s tuned me into the city’s little secrets; every bump, every bruise on these streets tells a story.

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