A "spicy" (-ish) Tuesday Twopenny Torrid minisode IN WHICH —
0:02:30: ROSE MORTIMER; or, THE BALLET-GIRL'S REVENGE, Ch. 7, IN WHICH —:
- Back at Mrs. Halliday’s house, Rose tries to rest and recover from the terrors of the night and repair her tattered ballet-dress in time for rehearsals. The dress is done just in time, and luckily there is a cab right outside the house. But wait — who is the man waiting with the driver? And why is the cab going so fast and reckless through the foggy streets to — the theatre? Somewhere else? We shall see!
0:17:41: TWO SALACIOUS SALOON SONGS:
- "Will You Sleep With Me, My Dear," which must have been like the Victorian-age equivalent of Jimmy Buffett's "Why Don't We Get Drunk" ... remember that one? We earn our Explicit tag with this one!
- "Those London Mots." A short song singing the praises of the working girls of the Old Metrop. In the early-Victorian the word "mot" was very close to the modern slang word "ho" — it didn't always mean a prostitute, but in this context it did.
Join host Finn J.D. John. for a half-hour-long spree through the scandal-sheets and story papers of old London! Grab a decanter and top off your glass, unload your stumps, and let's go!