Lion Head Mesa sakura no hana

but maggie was intractable, and what she found was insult in the way their discourse was shut down. "oh, are yew one o'those what thinks she's too good for what oi do?" the strumpet cocked out a billowing white hip.
"so who are yew then, duchess?" the beauty pressed on, glaring balefully toward the woman. "do yew mean to be my queen?" the laugh afterward was mean and boisterously so.