LADY JAY FINDS BEER IN ANOTHER WAREHOUSE

Lady Jay meets the Kernel.

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AN ALEHEAD ABROAD

Bags packed, Lady Jay leaves her crude, provincial homeland, where the sun never stops shining and ice-cold lager flows (and drinks) like water to quench the burn of mountains of extra-spicy chicken wings consumed in front of seemingly-endless football. How will she survive in ye olde London-town? How many pints of warm ale, pots of […]