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Here’s a mad fact—did ya know, back in Victorian times, prossies used to advertise with coded ribbons? Red fer “I’m game,” blue fer “bit classy.” Mental, right? This one, tho, she don’t need ribbons—her swagger says it all. I’m half tempted to nick her style for meself, but nah, she’d clock that too. Anyway, we’re chattin, an I’m gettin proper into it—happy as a pig in muck. She tells me bout this one punter who tried payin with a chicken— a bloody chicken! I’m creasin, picturin it. “What’d ya do?” I ask. “Told him to cluck off,” she says. Genius.

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Anyway, I settled for a stale muffin. Ugh. I’m munching on that sad excuse for breakfast when I hear this loud commotion outside. Turns out, there’s a parade or something on Rue de l’Industrie. I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need—more noise.” But then I see it. Colorful floats, people dancing, and a giant inflatable pretzel. I mean, who doesn’t love a giant pretzel?

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