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 Tits for tats, haha. Off the back of that, I got this pic in email. I hope it’s a joke! I think this gent will be getting a special prize when I see him next!

As I used to be a tattooist, do you think he should let me go over it for real? No? Ok, so what should the special prize be..hmmm..

 

I am going to Egypt next week. When I was at art college, I did a project on Egypt and have always longed to visit the place for real. All that history!

One of the funniest things I discovered was, that when you died, you could have hired mourners at your funeral!

Yes, for a fee people would wail and cry for you!

Imagine hiring them, would the conversation go like this?

‘Right, I need a dozen mourners, but I’m on a bit of a budget you see, I have spent a lot at the embalmers, what with all that disembowling, and have you seen the cost of those canopic jars, daylight robbery! So what can you offer?’

‘Well..mourners don’t come cheap these days, but I’ll see what I can do..ok, for £5 each they will sort of moan a bit, clutch each other a bit? For £10 each you can get a few tears, wailing and maybe a bit of fainting? For £20 each, oh now this is a good one, tearing out of hair, real tears, sobbing, loud shouting, wailing, fainting, throwing themselves on the body, kissing it and stuff..’

That’s what I call putting the ‘fun’ in funeral!

It’s almost reminding me of some people’s exp of whoring..

I will be having a bit of a Cleopatra style photoshoot, but how to get sexy pics in Egypt, I’m not sure yet..

I will be in Brighton on 10-11 Dec if you would like to meet me for some ravishment!

Get in touch by email asap, I will only see one or two boys on my visit. xxx

 

Lucky me! And thank you P!

If you go to my new site www.dollymoppoflondon.com you will find a new review section and my newest thumbs up!

Oh that’s the wrong turn of phrase isn’t it..eek..

No.. it wasn’t from him below either, hehe.

Get around don’t I ? I just showed you my shop in Hong Kong, now here’s my Alaskan Boudoir. Sarah Palin? I chucked her in the Creek…

Dolly of the title, was Dolly Arthur, and yes, she was a lady of the boudoir too!

All the best dolls are…

I got this book a while ago as a gift (thanks B!) and found a write up online.

”Dolly’s House, 24 Creek Street, Ketchikan, is a residuum of the lusty past of a frontier Alaska town. Here “the Creek” was another name for the “line” where fishermen, miners–and some more genteel characters found entertainment and feminine companionship. Wonderful historical photographs and stories.” (June Allen)

I read it in one night, it’s an easy read.

June Allen met Dolly 3yrs before she died, to interview her for the book.

” Dolly Arthur, nee Thelma Copeland of rural Idaho mining country, was a Ketchikan resident from 1919 until her death in July 1975. She is probably Ketchikan’s most famous person today. She lies at peace in plot 4949 in Bayview Cemetery with men, strangers, buried next to her on either side. She would like that. Dolly said her attraction for men was one of her best traits. “I just liked men and they liked me, too!”

Her house on Creek Street is now a museum visited by thousands of tourists every summer. In her lifetime, however, there was nothing much to distinguish it from other small houses of ill repute along the boardwalk. There was always a temporary look to those little rain-scoured houses tottering atop piling, whose residents used the cleansing tides to serve as sewer, plus bottle (and occasionally body) disposal.

Dolly’s house, however, was not only her business but also her longtime home. Her claim to present fame was simply because of the more than 50 years she spent on Creek Street. She bought the house in 1919 and was still living there, alone, in the early ’70s. She became the last of the former ladies of the line to remain in residence on the creek until her death, which was 20 years after the red-light district was finally closed for good in 1954. ” (June Allen)

I am a red lipstick lover, I have about 30 different shades of red lipstick and red lipglosses too. I take ages to put it on, I have a ritual, special brushes and particular methods of getting it just perfect. If I am applying it on someone else for a photoshoot, I even have a magnifying glass to make sure that it is just so, for close up photos.

I was drooling over my newest Dior lipstick and showing Miss Darling, (another red lipstick fan) when she said ‘Wow, I have exactly the same Dior lipstick and exactly the same shade!’

It was Rouge 999, but we say it’s really 666, hehe.

Fancy that! Out of 1000′s of red lipsticks, that is a surprising coincedence, but great minds think alike!

Women have been colouring their lips for 5000yrs, and during sexual arousal, the lips naturally redden as blood flows to the most sensitive parts of your body. So, a red pouting mouth is actually mimicing, er, you get the picture? In history, the opinion was of that only actresses and women of questionable virtue wore rouged lips.

Miss Darling and I, well we are a couple of red lipstick perverts.. are You?

I have a shop in Hong Kong, oh yes, I get around the globe, jetset and racey, that’s me.

This is cool! I was sent this pic by a boy who reads my blog, thank you, kind sir!

Got the mail, but the email respond doesn’t work, though it did 20 times before. I get mailer demon. Tried 5 times, so get yourself another mail! Hope you read this, I would hate you to think I had not responded. I remember what you said about the lost fone. Want to do coffee before you go home?

I am rather nocturnal, I love the night..

To quote Patti Smith ‘because the night belongs to lovers..’

But tonite I am staying up to watch the tv!

Who will win?

The fabulously mad person who lives in this house has divulged his exact address in his memoirs, so I doubt he will mind that I show you this..it’s a bit fuzzy because I took the pic with my fone.

Can you read it from there? It says:

 ”This is not a brothel. There are no prostitutes at this address”

(well, I was standing right there, so he’s lying)

He used to have all manners of debauchery going on here at one time of course, I did read the book and remembered that he had written about this plaque on the front door!

It’s hilarious to think that he went to a signmaker’s shoppie and asked for such a thing to be made! Hahaha, Imagine the scene…

‘No, I said BROTHEL, not brother, why the hell would I want ‘this is not a brother’ on my front door, you ridiculous article you.’

Why the hell would you want ‘this is not a brothel’ I hear you cry!