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Once saw this lass, right, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a cig like she owned the night. Made me laugh—ha! “We needs it, precious!” I thinks. But nah, it’s grim—dudes leerin’, all sweaty, made me mad as hell. Why’s it gotta be so skeevy? Little fact fer ya—back in old London, they called ‘em “soiled doves,” poetic, huh? Sounds nicer than it is! We hates it—filthy coins changin’ hands, like some stinkin’ goblin trade.

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Ummm, sorry, I got distracted. You see, I'm known for my random rants sometimes. But yeah, the vibe here is infectious. I feel like I'm always in a movie scene, like in The Wolf of Wall Street, screaming at the top of my lungs… “There’s no nobility in poverty!” Even though, like, Elbeuf is humble and chill too, but bam, that movie energy is always in the air!

Book launch: 'The Letters of the Duchesse d’Elbeuf: Hostile Witness to the French Revolution'