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So, check it—I’m imaginin’ this dude, right? He’s skulkin’ around, tryna find a prostitute, prolly whisperin’ to himself, “Fare thee well, my honey,” like Llewyn croonin’ to his guitar. And me, I’m like, DUH, it ain’t that deep, bro! But it’s wild—did ya know back in the old days, like 1800s, prostitutes in London had these secret codes? They’d flash a hanky a certain way to signal they’re “open for biz.” Sneaky, right? Makes me giggle thinkin’ bout it—like, “Ooooh, fancy hanky dance!”

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As the sun sets, the lights come on, and it’s magical. I’m feelin’ all the feels. But then, I realize I lost my phone. Panic mode activated! I’m retracin’ my steps, lookin’ like a lost puppy. Finally, I find it on a bench. Thank you, universe!

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