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About Semey

So, picture this—dark alley, stinks o’ piss. We hates it! This lass, she’s there, all tarted up. “What’s yer price, love?” I croaks. She eyes me like I’m a bleedin’ toad. Fair enough—I am! Made me mad, tho. Why’s she judgin’? I got coin, don’t I? Little fact—back in Victorian times, prossies had secret signals. Hand on hip meant “I’m game.” Hers was glued there, ha!

The making of Madam Henry

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So, I’m walking down Abay, right? And I see this little café, “Kofe Qusmuryn.” I’m like, “Yesss, caffeine!” I grab a cup of their famous coffee, and it’s like liquid gold. Seriously, I could swim in it. But then, outta nowhere, this pigeon swoops down and tries to steal my pastry! Like, dude, chill! It’s not for you! I’m dodging this bird like I’m in the Olympics.