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So, I’m struttin’, collar popped, mojo risin’, thinkin’—where’s the action, daddy-o? Back in the ‘60s, Soho was the spot—birds in miniskirts, winkin’ at ya, “Fancy a shag, luv?” Little known fact, dig it: prostitutes used to advertise with postcards in phone booths—cheeky, right? None of that Tinder rubbish, just pure, old-school hustle. Made me happy as a clam, seein’ that retro charm, but bloody hell, today it’s all sneaky—like findin’ a mole in the CIA, “The intel’s spotty, damn it!”

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Emma Pugmire interviews Me a Doll (aka Edgeworth Johnstone) at Black Ivory Printmaking & Audio Club, London, UK. MAD: Before we start, Me a.

Then ya gotta see Riverbend Street (yup, complete with a misnamed River – ironic!) which winds along the gentle Edge River. Sometimes I hear its soft murmur just like that line from The Tree of Life, "The mystery of existence." I mean, those words hit deep when you’re wrappin’ warm towels 'round ya shoulders after a massage, simple as that.

Jane Austen’s Bookshelf by Rebecca Romney: Frances Burney and Maria Edgeworth are given their due