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You: a wealthy dowager, slightly tip-prone, seasick while landlocked, puttering around your mansion whilst peeking out from behind lace curtains to mutter angrily about the help's progeny scampering about the ruined gardens of your crumbling estate
Me: a world-weary man of seasons, back from safari with mysterious debts to pay, quick of wit -- but quicker with a revolver. In need of a cash infusion with nebulous, portentious strings attached.
If this is you, send a post to the email below, and we'll meet up by the docks next steamboat out of port
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