ii.
private :: allen;
Boy, get some salted meats, stump remover, some five lighters, and soft charcoal.
And a desk you'll be wiping after.
Come clean, and you can have your own room.
Don't, and you can sleep with the animals.
Cover your eyes and ears, Lotto -
Manners, gentlemen, we're in a whorehouse.
If you bring your own toys, even the whores'll get offended.
easily hackable :: labeled "private"
Hooooo. Reading through other people's things? Naughty, naughty.
[ooc: feel free to break through the last private tag - he's left it easily hackable on purpose, so he could see who'd be nosy enough to intrude. Yes, he's trying to make gunpowder, sob. ]