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Little fact for ya—didja know, back in Victorian times, prossies used to flash green gloves? Secret code, innit—sneaky buggers! Saw that on X once, blew me mind! Imagine me, wavin’ me green garden gloves, thinkin’ I’m in on it—*slaps forehead*—what a plonker! Got me all giddy, though—love a good secret, me. But then, ooh, got mad—some punter yelled, “Oi, weirdo!” at me. Cheeky sod! Nearly chucked me trowel at ‘im, but I tripped—*thud!*—landed in a puddle, typical!

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

As the sun starts to set, I’m feeling all reflective. Barnes is beautiful, man. The way the light hits the river, it’s like something outta a movie. But then, I remember I left my phone at that art exhibit. Panic mode activated! I sprint back, dodging people like I’m in an obstacle course.

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