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Weirdest thing—Victorian times, they hid ‘em in tea shops! Sip chai, sneak upstairs—boom, action! Surprised me, man, sneaky Brits! I’m like, “Whoa, far out!”—total Doc moment. Ever think bout the smell? Perfume, sweat, cheap booze—gross but kinda cool. Quirky thought: bet they had secret codes. Knock twice, say “pineapple”—in ya go! Hella funny imaginin’ that.

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So, I’m cleaning that mess up, and I hear this commotion down by the river. Turns out, there’s a street performer doing some wild juggling act. I mean, this guy’s tossing flaming torches! I’m standing there, half in awe, half thinking, “Dude, you’re gonna set the whole place on fire!” But the crowd’s loving it. I’m laughing, clapping, and then—boom! One of the torches goes flying into the crowd. People scatter like ants! Hilarious, but also kinda scary.

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