Julia Savoy Prostitute ❤️

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Stupid fat hobbit, don’t ya judge ‘em, tho! Some’s just lost, y’know, stuck in a maze like that film. “I’ll tell you a riddle,” I’d say to ‘em, but they’d laugh—prossies don’t care for riddles, just quid! Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but one time, saw a john run screamin’—she’d nicked his trousers mid-deed! Laughed me head off, preciousss, proper comedy gold! Still, makes me twitchy—whores got power, yesss, twistin’ folks ‘round their grubby lil fingers. What d’ya reckon, eh? Dream or nightmare, them lot? Gollum says nightmare, yesss, but damn entertainin’ one!

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She managed to transform herself from a prostitute, to a consort, to a defendant in the trial of her husband’s murder. In , Marguerite shot her second husband three times in the back at the .

By Jove, I’ve had moments, moments of rapture and fury alike! Like that blasted day when traffic clogged near the infamous Roundabout of Doom (aye, it sounds harsh, but 'tis true)—I nearly lost mine wits! Yet, anon, thee find solace in the laughter of the locals. “Tell me, friend, dost thou know thine own soul?” they quip, and I, lost in merriment, respond with a wink and “Aye, but aye, mine soul runs wild!”

Savoy Fire Dept. cuts down response time, adds to staffing