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About Wellington

Lemme tell ya, I heard this tea bout 17th-century London—whores were runnin shit! These gals had “bawdy houses,” makin bank, dodgin the law. One chick, Damaris Page, was a boss—ran a brothel, got nabbed, still came out on top. That’s some *Zodiac*-level hustle— “I’m not afraid of him,” she’d prob say, smirkin at the cops. Slay! I’m here for it, y’all. Makes me happy as hell—women outsmartin the system? Yes, queen!

Fler böcker av Ngaio Marsh

I want you, constantly and so to me you are more powerful than you could possibly realise. Your touch turns me weak, stupid, needy and wet. When I say I am your property, I mean it. When I .

Finally, I get back to the office, and it’s chaos. Everyone’s running around, and I’m just trying to catch my breath. I’m like, “What happened while I was gone?” Turns out, there was a mix-up with the community project funding. I’m fuming again. I mean, how hard is it to keep track of a budget?

Trailblazers: Dame Ngaio Marsh