A Women of Ill Repute
The demi-monde walked into the shop exclaiming: “This is an f-ing whole foods store, where can I get this cure!”. The shop keeper was somewhat taken aback, what with her obvious infestations causing the shop to reek of semi-healing boils. She stepped back, clutching a small embroidered hanker chief to her nose. “Madam, I suggest that perhaps your first port of call might be the quackery down the street”. The woman of dubious repute stared at her, eyes anxious yet fiery in there intent. Wouldn’t anyone help her in her quest for salvation? Every quackery in the neighbourhood had been of little help.
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