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I miss the smell of the City. Even the cat piss and vomit of Lowside are better than hauling chamberpots all day. And they think we maids quit this job because of 'ghosts'.  

Sometimes I hear the staff snickering behind my back. Thank goodness I have my dear Mister Jim Jim to keep me company.

Someone kidnapped Mister Jim Jim! How could I have dropped him? I carry him around with me all day, strapped to my back with horse glue. Some prankster has decided to hold him for ransom.

If someone were kind enough to return him, they can have the reward I put in my locker for safekeeping. 

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