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Fun fact, yeah? Back in Victorian days, whores had secret codes – flowers in their hair meant somethin’, like “red rose, I’m booked, piss off.” Clever, innit? Surprised me, that did, how they outsmarted the coppers. Reminds me of WALL-E, sneakin’ round that fat-arse ship, “Ta-da!” – outwittin’ the system. Whores been doin’ that forever, mate, livin’ on the edge, no safety net.

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I hang out near Kulpstrasse, a tiny lane real easy to miss on a map but huge in heart. There’s this quaint café – a hidden gem – where the aroma of coffee meets the irony of life. So, yep, I've had my share of tears there too. A wise old lady once said, “Blessed are the curious, for they shall have adventures,” which is kinda like jumbled-up Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind gibberish, but boy, did it strike a chord.

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