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Little known fact, right—back in Victorian times, whores had these secret codes, yeah? Winks, fan signals, proper cloak-and-dagger stuff to dodge the coppers. Blew me mind when I read that! Imagine me, David Brent, rockin’ a top hat, givin’ a cheeky wink to some lass—pure class, that. Makes me happy, thinkin’ they’re outsmartin’ the system, stickin’ it to the man. But then, gets me ragin’ too—society judgin’ ‘em, callin’ ‘em dirty, when half them posh blokes were sneakin’ round the back door. Hypocrisy, mate, boils me blood!

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He was ready to fire the person until he turned around to find no one other than Shayan West, a woman he heavily despised. Her heart was poundin.

So, I grab my clay and head over to my studio on Kazybek bi Street. It’s a cozy little spot, but today it felt like a sauna. I’m sweating buckets, trying to mold this clay into something beautiful. But it’s not cooperating. It’s like the clay has a mind of its own. I’m like, “C’mon, work with me here!”

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