The King's arms a possible den for ladies of the twilight? Frankly I am shocked and appalled... that I didn't think of it first.

A man who choses to smoke a cigar rather than use it for nefarious purposes is rare... I find the smell of a fine cuban quite exquisite, the lingering smell of a virgin's thigh, the odour of potential and quite apt for the Netribution darlings.

But I blush at your de_script_ion of me as a pearl and must of course give credit to my fabulous dress maker and ex-Chechnyan gymnast, Evgeny Lushkov. The stout man, under five and a half feet, with the handle bar moustache, the assurance that a pin strip suit is to be everyday wear, and the young Geordie boyfriend, hunted me down after seeing me stop three rickshaws in their tracks and simply demanded that he dress me. Of course, being a lover of all people entrepreneurial and maverick, the thought of having a dedicated designer delighted me. Though I might occasionally go to Coco de Mer for lacy unmentionables, all else is by my dearest Genny.

A honey button would be lovely... honey rum from los canaries, an american coke (mentioning no brand names but Dotty doesn't do diet) and a dash of lime...

Sweetsxxx

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