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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 11:47 am
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 1:04 pm
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Gueneviere Beatrice Jameston
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Unfortunately, now was the time to head to her...erm...other job. The one that actually payed her rent and kept her fed. She certainly enjoyed her time with Prince, but it didn't pay with monetary gain. In order to support such a lifestyle without getting arrested, she needed to find some other form of employment on the side. Being a highschool drop-out, she had no chance at a decent job. It was either this or fast-food, and one certainly wasn't imposing smelling like fries and burgers all day. Being a dominatrix wasn't horribly bad, though. After all, she got to beat people up and practice that persona she put up in front of men that weren't Prince during her henching hours. The customers were annoying, though. Some so needy that they'd try and figure out how to contact her outside of her hours at the club. So annoying, really. Well, at least she got to keep her uniform even if she did end up quitting, since she was the one who bought it and all. Maybe if she ever loved someone or needed to seduce somebody in her hench-work, they might be of use.
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Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2011 4:55 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 12:38 am
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"Bye Prince, talk to you Friday, make sure you stay out of trouble until then." Remy said cheerily and waved goodbye to Prince as he left the Prison. What do I feel like doing tonight besides laundry? Well there's always the Red Light District. That Mayor postponed the party to tomorrow so I got nothing planned other that laundry. Remy thought with a sigh and ran back home, grabbed a basket full of laundry and headed over to the laundromat on the corner. After putting his load (giggity) in the machine, Remy headed off to the Red Light District, practically no one recognized him in a pair of jeans, sandals and a t-shirt. Man, secret identities don't even work in this town, Prince and Aaron know who I am and I know who they are, maybe I should organize a poker night or something, just the dudes. Remy thought to himself, having unknowingly wandered into a certain S&M Club by accident.
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 12:46 am
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Posted: Wed Nov 16, 2011 9:15 am
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 12:35 am
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 1:02 am
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 5:43 am
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 6:24 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2011 8:28 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2011 12:55 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2011 1:54 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 23, 2011 4:11 pm
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