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Miss T—f—n, No. 2, Glanville-Street.

Had love's fair goddess been so strong in charms,
Rash Diomede had dropt his vent'rous arms;
No shameful victory the Greek had won,
But had a thousand wounds receiv'd instead of
giving one.

This tit bit is not above sixteen, ra- ther short; but pretty, having an excel- lent complexion, with fine blue eyes, light hair, and a very white, and regular set of teeth. Altho' she has not been six months upon the Pave de Londres, (hav- ing received a complete education, has learnt to dance, speak French, and play upon the guittar; and has likewise been initiated into all the mysteries of the Cyprian school; having read les Bejoux Indiscrets; the Woman of Pleasure; Ro- chester's Poems;) she is au fait de tout. Add to this, she has often viewed with rapture all Aretin's postures, and longed for the practice, as well as the theory. No wonder then that she should be in- clined to give delight in every possible attitude, and has no kind of objection to yield, with becoming modesty, to take a coup a la levrette. She is at present in keeping by a citizen, who has suffered her

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her to assume his name, but is always pleased when Mr. T. is not with her, to accommodate any gentleman in her pret- ty apartment a whole night, for which she expects two guineas.

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Miss Harriet B—r—n, No. 8, Tavi-
stock-row.

In framing thee, heav'n took unusual care,
And stampt thee fairest of the Cretan fair.

There is something so very engaging in the person of this lady, that those gen- tlemen, who once visit her, seldom or ever fail repeating it. In her deportment she is free and open, without the least tinge of affectation, in size rather below mediocrity, fine dark hair, and bewitch- ing black eyes; a complexion between the fair and brunette: her features are remarkably delicate, and, conjunctively taken, fully verifies the Poet.

None can observe her features but approve,
There's grace with beauty, dignity with love.

Her breasts are finely proportioned, and delicately moulded for love's tender attack, and swell and recede the melting lan- guage

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guage of the heart; the grove beneath, delicately shaded by a sable thicket, is fraught with all its proper sensibility, and, well knowing the value of her charms, she is not one that can be sported with, not will she suffer any liberty beyond the strictest bounds of decency to take place, without the payment of one piece before hand.

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Miss W—ll—ms, No. 3, Glanville-
street.

Firm breasts, white belly, and such thighs,
Gaze ghastly envy, and forget her size.

This lady's affable temper, and en- gaging disposition, fully compensates for her size, which is rather diminutive, and the innumerable beauties of her face, when put in competition with this defi- ciency, ought entirely to efface the small- est idea of it. From her youth we might be led to imagine her deficient in the practice of love, but we can assure our readers he will meet but few in the cy- prian field that will shew better sport; her hair is a beautiful glossy dark brown; her eye brows finely arc'd, and of the same

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same hue, which, contrasted by a pair of beautiful cerulean eyes, and cheeks of living roses and lilies, places her in the rank of first rate beauties,

Her rising breasts two hillocks are of snow,
On which two little fragrant rose buds grow;

below which descends the smooth track of a belly, which conveys to the mind an idea of animated ivory, at the bottom of which is display'd a lovely chesnut fringe, terminated by a pouting slash hole, which is far from being insensible to the raptures of its grisly antagonist, and with pleasure opens its mouth to receive his well erected crest, who enters with his accus- tomed pride, but soon returns with fal- len head, as if conscious of its presumption; but the mistress of this formidable enemy is well acquainted with the means of re- storing life to the vanquished memmber, but only to make it more sensible of its ina- bility. Mercenary views are far from what she aims at; she can give and receive a luscious share of pleasures of copulation; but beginning to know the accustom'd ways of the baser sort of men, and not being always confident of the honour of her paramour, if he is a stranger,

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stranger, she must receive her compli- ment of half a guinea, or a guinea, ac- cording to the length of the intended visit, before she proceeds to any kind of business.
 
this bitch keeps rambling and rambling after the premiere video oh my fucking god dude

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literal female version of man yells at cloud jesus.
 
i refreshed the page every once in a while to check if i could archive the stream, so its more of a skipping. unless she is screaming i am unironically not listening anymore, so hidden gem quotes might get lost.
Sometimes you gotta let it go for your sanity. I'm waiting for @Dizzyuntildeath to bring life back into the Styx thread. I'm tired of insulting people who just get off on the attention.
 
I miss Elle's SSN (:_(
You just fucking had to.

I'm here. Brief me.
Now Sara thinks she's some leet haxor (like Singh) because she doesn't understand basic acronyms and refuses to expound upon why she's so damn smart- and Styx is calling her everything under the sun but intelligent. Sam seems to have had some medication, and there's that new SaDoofus who is obviously a computer nerd of some sort who just had to attach themselves to the mess.

BUT ITS FUCKING BORING AS SHIT.
 
Angels We Have Heard On High:

Angels we have heard on high,
Sweetly singing o’er the plains,
And the mountains in reply,
Echoing their joyous strains.
Gloria in excelsis Deo.
Gloria in excelsis Deo.

Shepherds, why this jubilee?
Why your joyous songs prolong?
What the gladsome tidings be
Which inspire your heav'nly song?
Gloria in excelsis Deo.
Gloria in excelsis Deo.

Come to Bethlehem and see
Him whose birth the angels sing;
Come, adore on bended knee
Christ the Lord, the newborn King.
Gloria in excelsis Deo.
Gloria in excelsis Deo.
 
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