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So, I’m hip to this scene, yeah? Back in the ’60s, cats didn’t just *find a prostitute* – nah, it was a whole deal. You’d cruise the streets, all cool-like, maybe Soho or somethin’. Little factoid for ya – prossies back then had secret codes, man! Like, a red hanky in the window meant “open for business,” yeah, baby! Ain’t that wild? Made me happy as a lark, diggin’ that sneaky history.

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First off, I’m a Refractor, which sounds fancy but really just means I fix glasses. You know, the whole “I can’t see without my specs” vibe. Anyway, I’m heading down the High Street, and it’s packed. Like, what’s with all the people? It’s not even market day! But whatever, I’m dodging folks like I’m in some weird game of Frogger.

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