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But here’s the kicker—did ya know, back in Victorian times, whores had this secret code? Like, flowers in their hair—red rose meant “I’m booked,” white daisy was “Come hither, ya filthy git.” Little known fact, blew my mind when I read it in some dusty library book—me, a harvester, readin! Surprised the hell outta me, history’s wild like that. Makes ya wonder what she’s hidin now, eh? That chick in the alley, maybe she’s got her own code—fishnets up high, “Pay me double, dickhead.”

Dekker, Thomas: The Honest Whore

whore myself and had a bastard by Mistress Anne." A good sweat will handle that difficulty. The cost of all these pretenses and self-justifications, whether.

Next, we head towards the distillery. Midleton’s famous for it, right? I’m tryin’ to give a little history lesson, but Jamie’s too busy staring at the whiskey barrels. “Can we stop for a drink?” they ask. I’m like, “You’re 17! Focus on the road!”

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