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Hullo. I'm Tamsin. I wear tweed and drink scotch and smoke a pipe. Now, shall we retire to the drawing room?
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Just down the hall and turn left at the Jazz Room (don’t go into the Jazz Room. That’s where we keep the Jazz)
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Body butter does not taste as good as it smells.
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