After all the curtsying and walking and admiring and twirling, I had to take off my heels, stretch my legs and get some noodles. I know that London ladies in the 40s wouldn’t probably eat noodles for lunch. I guess they would elegantly munch on sausages. I do not eat those kind of sausages though. The only sausage that I happily place between my lips would be….. Well, this is dirty pillow talk and not something a lady should say out loud in front of St Paul’s Cathedral, right?
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