The Duchess of Spitmeadow has not received any gifts yet
I don't bloody well know who the sod is buyin 'em. Daft business, that, but to each his own and all that muss, I suppose.
As like as not, i'm just another broad from Spitmeadow, I suppose. The title means less and little 'round there, every other trollop in the village is 'lady' this or 'princess' whatnot. The butcher's wife stole me little brother and sold him to gypsy folk and she's a ruddy Countess, and I'm pretty sure Mayor, too...
There's not much to say, really, love. I'm a decent enough gal who likes a pint and a puff, if you catch me drift. Mind you, it's got nothin to do with needin it. It's what i like. A good lookin bloke or nite or glass or dance comes my way, I say, 'Why not?' I like to listen, I like to meet all manner of folk, but I won't broker any nonsense.
Truth be told, there's times I think bugger to the lot of humanity. Folks is too busy preenin and fussin to stop and know what's really what, in my opinion. But what do i know, i'm just another broad from Spitmeadow.
Who I'd like to meet:
Oh, I like meeting all kinds o' folk, especially the kind who'll buy a girl a drink. So as long as you ain't full of yourself and you'd care for a cup or three, I don't discriminate so much. We'll all be a bit better off if you don't, too, love. Maybe we hit the towne, we shake it up, we knock over a joint and we see where the night takes us?Or else maybe you find me a lousy drink, I knock out your teeth, and you wake up short a wallet and a pair of trousers? Howzabout that, then, cutey?
Ahha hahaha. I'm just jokin!
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the clash. beethoven.
fellini, godard, kubrick, fritz lang, SCORSESE. deliverance is bloody funny.
rots your mind, love. i only watch it for the cosmetics commercials.
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