If you hear me downstairs at the Bucket of Blood, tip the orphanage dwn the street.
Fiddler on the roof
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That is a lovely picture.
Again, fortune has graced me with Euterpe’s sweet caress. Mortimer, come, deliver this bag of coins to the orphange across town. Do not be seen and curb your natural instincts until you have returned.