Claire Bovingdon Whore ❤️❤️

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Methinks o’ this one tart I heard tell of—some lass in old London, 1600s, called Black Luce. Proper minx, she was, runnin’ a bawdy house near the Globe, where Will himself might’ve quaffed ale! Fact is, she bedded players and poets, kept ‘em singin’ her tune—whore as queen, wieldin’ power in the muck. Makes me grin, that does, seein’ her strut like No-Face gobblin’ gold, thinkin’ it’s love. “Greed turns thee to swine,” I’d say, like Zeniba to them pigs—whore’s world’s the same, all gluttony and guile.

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Apr 29,  · The nearest place to find anything more than a village shop is the small town of Bovingdon. Every time I visit there I am dismayed, horrified even at the boorish, selfish and .

Finally, I head back inside, and it’s nearly closing time. I’m exhausted but happy. Bovingdon’s a wild place, full of surprises. I love it, though. It’s my home. I mean, where else can you have a parrot fly off, a kid with ice cream, and a dog causing mayhem all in one day?

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