Chapter 4
3 Months. I have been in this bloody rotten place for 3 months! Dodger had left after 1st. Well not really left but joined up with the rest of Thenardiers gang and so I don't see him any more.
Fagin is scouting out boys and girls in Paris trying to start up the same kind of game he had going at hampton court so he is never around either.
So that leaves me with Mme. Thenardier, Azelma...and Bill.
Each night in this place was the same for the first two months will he go to me or her? Will he ask me to cook his dinner or her? The only thing that I didn't wonder about was who would he hit....for some reason I always got...correction get the short straw in that area.
But now I don't wonder who does what coz she dos it all andI...well I do what I only know how to do apart from steal. It's the same trade anywhere in the word the only difference being the names....In England you were a whore, a slut or, for the more classier gentleman, a prostitute. Here the name whore remains but I know a couple of new ones I'm no longer a slut but a lovely lady and no longer a prostitue but a painted lady. How the term lady can be applied to this trade I don't know. I meet a Lady once Miss Rose Flemming her name was to think of her and me sharing the same title makes me shudder!
So here I am wondering the streets of Paris-when I get asked who I belong to I have to say "I'm one of Mme. Thenardier's Lovely (or painted)Ladys" It's strange saying that coz in London you just walk the streets and kep all the takings.
London I miss it you know. I miss hearing the "Alright luv?" and "Spare some blunt Guv".
The sun has gone down now time for work to begin.
"Hello there my lovely I know you from somewhere don't I?"
Oh God. To turn around or not turn around. I wouldn't of turned around if the calling of gin hadn't entered my mind.
"Oh Brujon... I...didn't see you there" If there was one man I despised it was this one. I gave him a smile the best I could manage and prayed that he wasn't "in the mood" Unfortunately it seemed I didn't deserve to have my prayers answered.
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"Well that was fun don't you think?" I looked up at Brujon who still had his hands either side of me on the wall and whos face was still flushed from the task he'd just undertook and I was filled with disgust for him and for myself.
"Oh yeah just hilarious"
"Oi watch it my girl I pay your wages and don't you forget it!" His face came even closer to mine as he smirked at me
"Same place sometime no doubt" And with that he grinned then swaggered down the street as blokes do when they've forefilled their duty as a man, even if it was up against a wall.
So here I was still against the wall and wondring why the hell I was back where I started all them years ago. With a final arrangement to my dress I heard the coins clink in my pocket and I knew all to well why I had done it. The call of Gin had returned and I was off like a shot to the inn.
3 Months. I have been in this bloody rotten place for 3 months! Dodger had left after 1st. Well not really left but joined up with the rest of Thenardiers gang and so I don't see him any more.
Fagin is scouting out boys and girls in Paris trying to start up the same kind of game he had going at hampton court so he is never around either.
So that leaves me with Mme. Thenardier, Azelma...and Bill.
Each night in this place was the same for the first two months will he go to me or her? Will he ask me to cook his dinner or her? The only thing that I didn't wonder about was who would he hit....for some reason I always got...correction get the short straw in that area.
But now I don't wonder who does what coz she dos it all andI...well I do what I only know how to do apart from steal. It's the same trade anywhere in the word the only difference being the names....In England you were a whore, a slut or, for the more classier gentleman, a prostitute. Here the name whore remains but I know a couple of new ones I'm no longer a slut but a lovely lady and no longer a prostitue but a painted lady. How the term lady can be applied to this trade I don't know. I meet a Lady once Miss Rose Flemming her name was to think of her and me sharing the same title makes me shudder!
So here I am wondering the streets of Paris-when I get asked who I belong to I have to say "I'm one of Mme. Thenardier's Lovely (or painted)Ladys" It's strange saying that coz in London you just walk the streets and kep all the takings.
London I miss it you know. I miss hearing the "Alright luv?" and "Spare some blunt Guv".
The sun has gone down now time for work to begin.
"Hello there my lovely I know you from somewhere don't I?"
Oh God. To turn around or not turn around. I wouldn't of turned around if the calling of gin hadn't entered my mind.
"Oh Brujon... I...didn't see you there" If there was one man I despised it was this one. I gave him a smile the best I could manage and prayed that he wasn't "in the mood" Unfortunately it seemed I didn't deserve to have my prayers answered.
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"Well that was fun don't you think?" I looked up at Brujon who still had his hands either side of me on the wall and whos face was still flushed from the task he'd just undertook and I was filled with disgust for him and for myself.
"Oh yeah just hilarious"
"Oi watch it my girl I pay your wages and don't you forget it!" His face came even closer to mine as he smirked at me
"Same place sometime no doubt" And with that he grinned then swaggered down the street as blokes do when they've forefilled their duty as a man, even if it was up against a wall.
So here I was still against the wall and wondring why the hell I was back where I started all them years ago. With a final arrangement to my dress I heard the coins clink in my pocket and I knew all to well why I had done it. The call of Gin had returned and I was off like a shot to the inn.