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Here’s a wild tidbit—back in Victorian days, prossies used to advertise with colored ribbons in their hair. Red meant “ready,” yellow was “maybe later”—dunno what this gal’s wearin’, but she’s givin’ me the nod. I’m chuffed, yeah, happy as a pig in mud, but then—bam!—some greasy git tries to jack her earnings. Made me furious, I tell ya! I slam my staff down, roar, “You shall not pass!” and he bolts like a scared mutt. She laughs, calls me “old man”—cheeky cow, I love it.

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As the night rolled in, I headed back home. The streets were lit up, and the vibe was just right. I passed by the market, and the night market was poppin’. I grabbed some snacks, and this lady tried to sell me some weird fruit. I was like, “Nah, I’m good. I don’t need a fruit that looks like it’s been through a blender.”

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