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But then, the rot sets in - pox an’ beatings, oh, it’s a foul brew! Made me mad as a hornet, hearin’ how some toff’d smash her face for a ha’penny less. Thou canst not fathom the rage bubblin’ in me guts! I’d roar, “Thou shalt not wrong her so!” - pure Shakespeare, that, all thunder an’ no rain. Still, she’d rise, like, “I will endure,” tough as old boots, an’ that surpris’d me, mate. Whores got spines o’ steel, I swear.

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The Adventures Of Whore-Hay keeps getting better with more additions to the lineup. In this episode Whore-Hay chit-chats with costar Fire-Quacker.

But then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud noise. I look up, and there’s a drone flying overhead. What the heck? It’s buzzing around like it owns the place. I’m thinking, “Is this Hoon-Hay or a sci-fi movie?” I half expect aliens to pop out.

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