For the Caput mortuum (or deadhead, in vulgar phrase) is apt to be furnished with a Venter vivus, or, as we may say, a lively appetite.

'At least he's not covered in ginger fur. You might like to take a leaf out of his book, Frankie. Nothing wrong with hair dye, you know.' 'Well, back in the knife drawer, Miss Sharp,' Frank says, somewhat camply.

A prostitute was not permitted to stand under a street lamp, and sisters were not allowed to work in the same lupanar.

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