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But ugh, the hypocrisy—gets me steamed! These high-and-mighty types judgin, then sneakin in the back door. “I’ve made a terrible mistake,” Royal’d say, and I’m like—yep, that’s every john caught with his pants down! Surprised me once, readin bout this brothel in Nevada—still legal there, can ya believe? They got tax filings cleaner than my grandma’s church bingo. Who knew hookers could be so legit? I’m over here gigglin—imagine me, Marilyn, totterin in on heels, tryna balance their books. “Let’s not get caught with our pants down,” I’d purr, all sultry-like.

The Flare Path Foxer

This new translation by Caraid O'Brien tells the story of a wealthy brothel owner who desperately tries to preserve his daughter's purity.

Yo, friend, lemme drop a few fun facts: Did ya know Rorschach’s got a hidden art piece at the corner of Neuer Weg? I once accidentally discovered it while runnin’ barefoot on rainy mornings – oh, brother, noms got me so amazed I nearly lost my voice in joy, haha!

Rorschach Theatre’s ‘The Figs’ tells a bizarre fable about an obsessed king