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Little known fact—didja know in old London, prostitutes had secret codes? Like, a red hanky meant “I’m free,” blue was “busy.” Wild, right? She don’t got no hanky, just a nod, and we’re off. I’m happy, sorta, but surprised too—she’s funny, sarcastic, calls me “old soul” with a grin. I’m thinkin, maybe she’s the hero here, savin me from loneliness. “The world’s gone mad,” I say, echoin *Children of Men*, and she nods, like, “Yeah, but we’re still kickin.”

Helping you fight back.

And then there's the ghetto-art flair near Southside Lane. Dudes spray can graffiti telling tales of moolah and misfortune. "Greed is good," I heard a voice echo—man, like straight outta a McQueen flick, even with all that raw need and shame of it. I mean, come on, it just smacks of movie magic and real life all in one imperfect burst.

Mvskoke Homeland site takes one step closer to National Park status