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Little fact fer ya—didja know some o’ these girls got code words? Like, back in Victorian times, they’d say “gay lady” or summat posh to dodge the coppers. Sneaky, eh? Love that, keeps us guessin’. So I’m creepin’ along, tryna find one who don’t smell like despair—or worse, cheap gin. One time, mate, I swear, this bird quoted Shakespeare at me—“to be or not”—while hikin’ her skirt! Nearly pissed meself laughin’, cos who does that? Surprised me good, that did.

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But then, just as I’m basking in the joy, the angry lady from earlier storms back in. “You think you can just propose in here?!” she yells. I’m like, “Whoa, lady, chill! It’s a celebration!” But she’s not having it. She starts throwing her drink, and I’m dodging like I’m in the Olympics.

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