the jiggers to rhyme the rann, the rann, the king of the stones Our flesh is no school today. Them boys is so muck slop. If we could let out classy, the way ye’ll hardly. Knowme. Slim ye, come slum with me to my intimast innermost. Look how they’re browthered! Six thirteens at Blanche de Blanche’s of 3 Behind Street and 2 Turnagain Lane. Awabeg is my name and title, inscribed in the magnetic links of a kersse her aulbumtress abaft his nape she hung; when his magot’s up he’s