Re: A plea from yer loyal wench... to Red and Strumpet

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: My Dear Ladies of Great and Boadaceous Bosom er.. Beauty!

: Only Allah knows how much I enjoy your posts! Only Allah knows how much I would like to be a guest in Madame Red's establishment and observe Red and Strumpet in action!
: Alas! Trade has taken me to the far corners of the earth, and only through the the crystalball lent to me by Aladdin's Jinn, that I am able to occassionally peek into your realm...
: One day, and hopefully sometime soon, the Gale Winds of Kismet will fly me once again in your direction....
: 'til then, to quote Miss Vita, I leave you to live your lives in Love Light and Laughter
: Ali, The Turkish Trader

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: : : Greetins' to all of me Mohicanland friends...it bein' gettin' close to another Happy Hour I have a wee favor to humbly ask ye...
: : : Mrs. O'Reilly has indicated she's mightily pleased with me work and me customer relation skills, especially me makin' the wayward trappers so at home. But in the past week or so our revenues have been way down and me tips have been way off. Now, Mrs. O'Reilly didn't threaten anythin' specific like, but her indication was that if things remain slow yer Wench might be left back to part time. Now, would ye really want that to happen? Haven't I lived up to yer needs? Haven't I slung ye squeezins' and Irish coffee an'Glenlivet, an brought ye shortbread an' haggis and me best squirrel fritters? Haven't I accepted all those chipmunk pelts with a smile on me face and gamely fought off the advances of men with glasses thicker'n the bottom of a jam jar? Haven't I smiled and kept on singin' them bawdy tunes even while fishin' little folks' skivvies out of me coffee water day after day? Ifn' there's somethin' lackin in yer Wench, please let me know. But please don't force me back to the poverty I was livin' in when I came amongst ye. Don't make me have to go back to Carolina and spend all day at Aunt Winnie's up to me elbows in the ingredients for Smooth Laddie Wax! I've got debts, me friends. I'm still payin' off the studente loane from the Wench Academie, an' if ye know them folks, they don't take payment in brandy nor wampum...do ye really want me to go beggin' to the kind folks at the House of Hoohaaaa to sell my...um...wares???? The Huron Delivery Boy has offered to sell some furs and silver to help me out, but I canna let meself be a kept wench. It's not fittin.' So won't ye tell me where I've failed, or else won't ye show tomorra and perhaps drop a coin into the tip flask? 
: : : I'll be wearin' my best blouse...
: : : yers, Red

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: : Now, now Red - don't ye be worrying yourself.  Trade is down this month, no doubting it.......a little Mohicanland slump in economy is all.  Things will be picking up again shortly, I have no doubt.  We, at the House of Hoo-Haa, have had to make cut backs too, we can only manage one delivery a week from the Huron Delivery Boy and we have also had to reduce our orders to Gadget Girl for our ...... er........gadgets.  Worst of all, we have had to let the cleaning lady go......our lady-that-does, doesn't anymore.  Instead, we are faced with the horrifying prospect of hiring Dweebie Day-Lewis as a temporary fill in.  Not good, not good at all.

: : So, dear Red, keep your chin up (and your hemline) and hang in there......once the traders are back in town, I am sure business will be booming again.

: : Lucie, Yengeese Strumpet


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