Local lady of the night Corktown Bubbles trudged into the offices of The One recently. with a tale to tell (as opposed to some to sell). The surprisingly sombre strumpet seemed more pensive than usual.

"I was happy with my life of wanton harlotry, until my beloved father "Pop" Bubbles told me, on his dying bed, that I was overdeveloped! This was his dark secret." I didn't knew what was going on then, but soon enough, things were popping up all over!

"Next thing you know, people were flocking to the Duchy from all over the place. I became a popular destination, as it were. Who woulda' thunk it?" she said, her mood brightening.

"Suddenly, I realized, in a flash of inspiration, that I was amply developed for the times we live in!! After all. are not people drawn to me like moths to a light - or a woolen sweater? Aren't people happy to come here? Have not values around me increased because of my attractiveness? Are there not a variety of services and resources here that wouldn not have come had I not been overdeveloped? Perhaps folks need to get with the picture, and realize the times, they are a changin!"