Mrs. D-nby, No. 82, Queen Ann-street
A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush,
Or never let the Goldfinches hop the twig.
A fine, plump lady, twenty-four years old, rather short, with sandy colour hair, fine blue eyes, rather of an amorous constitution; when in the arms of an equally lewd partner, she never wishes to fall in the arms of sleep, whilst Venus holds her court, Morpheus is kicked out of doors, as she keeps the house, any gentleman may have a night's lodging for one pound one shilling, and half the money, if he can do the business well.
Mind you, Grumpy is of Scottish heritage and he'd probably take a practical, if not opportunistic, view. Money is money after all.