Father Peter Kemp (father_peter) wrote,
Father Peter Kemp
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Sure, Paul, I'll go see a pimp with no teeth who will tell me where to find this prostitute so I can warn her that she's being followed so that I can deliver her money to the person who is organising crime on Dywer Street myself and hope he doesn't try to kill me. No no, don't worry, I'll be FINE. Dywer Street isn't a cesspool of crime and villiany or anything like that at all.

I hope you can't catch syphilis by inhalation.

Thomas, you'd better not be laughing at me up there! I don't even know what to say to a pimp! Hey, got any whores? He's going to be able to tell I've never done this before I even open my mouth.

This is a supremely bad idea.
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