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Authentick Memoirs of Sally Salisbury 49: Exposing her well-shap’d Leg &c. to his View, she ty’d her Garter; when perceiving some uncommon Heavings and Agitations in the Wonder-struck Fellow, she said to him, D--n you for a Rascal! Is it so and so with you? If it be, take that, and go to a Whore; and at the same time gave him a Crown. Authentick Memoirs of Sally Salisbury 113: Nor had the good Lady of the Tenement forgot to introduce herself, and three or four of her neatest Girls. Authentick Memoirs of Sally Salisbury 60: Sally, whenever she was insulted by her Mother, would damn her with an Air, call her old Bitch. Authentick Memoirs of Sally Salisbury 66: Gambolini [...] gave her three Fifty-Pound Bank-Notes, adding, that He would Glut the B---h with Money, could he secure her to his Embraces only. Authentick Memoirs of Sally Salisbury 98: The first lac’d Smock she [had] upon her Skin was mine, and I lent it to her to go a Bitching in. Authentick Memoirs of Sally Salisbury 120: Oh Madame, says the Conscious Bite, Dey be de ver fine Gold. Authentick Memoirs of Sally Salisbury 113: Brimmers of Citron-Water, Ratafia, and the like. Authentick Memoirs of Sally Salisbury 68: Dating the Packet from his Chucky’s Bum. Authentick Memoirs of Sally Salisbury 103: I was Sot enough to stay and be content [...] with a Butter’d-Bun, and her dissembling Cant. Authentick Memoirs of Sally Salisbury 12: At different Seasons of the Year, she shell’d Beans [...] made Matches, turn’d Bunter &c. Authentick Memoirs of Sally Salisbury 102: Go tell the canting, fulsome, fanatical Pimp [...] that I have given you Leave to show him the Way to my Lodging. Authentick Memoirs of Sally Salisbury 48: She flew at the poor Undertaker, hit him an unmerciful Box on the Ear, D--n you, said she, for a Whining Carrion-hunting Son of a Bitch! Authentick Memoirs of Sally Salisbury 29: Plundering his Lordship, who knew nothing of his Loss ’till next Morning [...] his Cats got too far off to be overtaken. Authentick Memoirs of Sally Salisbury 68: With Eye intent, each Sportsman took his Aim; / The merry Chuck-Hole border’d on the Rump [...] Within her tufted Chink, the Guineas shone. Authentick Memoirs of Sally Salisbury 17: She [a brothel keeper] us’d to say of her Girls, These Chitty-Faces make me undergo more Fatigue than a Vintner’s Boy, for I scower their Insides as clean, every Night. Authentick Memoirs of Sally Salisbury 68: With Eye intent, each Sportsman took his Aim; / The merry Chuck-Hole border’d on the Rump, [...] Within her tufted Chink, the Guineas shone. Authentick Memoirs of Sally Salisbury 68: His lab’ring Fancy eas’d, / To Prior, writes what’s past, and what’s to come, / Dating the Packet from his Chucky’s Bum. Authentick Memoirs of Sally Salisbury 39: A certain Comedian, in his Days of Pleasure [...] found his Armour unfortunately attended by a Clap. Authentick Memoirs of Sally Salisbury 100: She ordered her Maid to bid the Cock-Bawd come in, which she did. Authentick Memoirs of Sally Salisbury 102: He is no better nor worse than an Eminent Non-Con Parson, Lusty and Lustful, who oft leaves his Flock to regale himself in Masquerade with persons of your Sex and Function. Authentick Memoirs of Sally Salisbury 12: D--n you for a Pimp. Authentick Memoirs of Sally Salisbury 47: She sprung up [...] with, a G-d D--n you! You a Lord, You a Pimp! says sally, to use me in this manner. Authentick Memoirs of Sally Salisbury 33: You Damn’d Confounded Pocky Whore. Authentick Memoirs of Sally Salisbury 10: The Cholerick Old Don her Father. Authentick Memoirs of Sally Salisbury 61: The Father [...] being, as you have rightly observ’d, a Military Faggot. Authentick Memoirs of Sally Salisbury 98: Yes, Rot her, now I recollect, I believe she did once lend me a Flannel one to be Flux’d in. Authentick Memoirs of Sally Salisbury 35: He is too enterprizing a Warrior that way, and happening not long since to Storm a Rotten Fort. Authentick Memoirs of Sally Salisbury 58: The chief Motive of my leaving her was the Present of a New-Year’s-Gift she made me; but whether French or Neopolitan, I leave to the Determination of the Sons of Galen. Authentick Memoirs of Sally Salisbury 137: My Constitution very much impair’d by the French-Disease. Authentick Memoirs of Sally Salisbury 37: The Girl thus debauch’d, and made fit for the Game.