Wicket of Love!

Hellfire holidays: Round 2 of the Pervert's Grand Tour.
A creative leap of imagination is needed to picture Covent Garden, now given over to flower markets and Body Shops, as the city's most sordid red light district, where, in the seedy Shakespeare's Head, waiter-pimps would set gentlemen up with ladies like Oyster Moll, who would "open the wicket of love's bear garden to any bold sportsman who has a venturesome mind to give a run to his puppy."
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  1. radparker says:

    Holy crap, that's all one sentence. Best sentence ever!