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Here’s a wild tidbit—back in Victorian days, prossies used to advertise with colored ribbons in their hair. Red meant “ready,” yellow was “maybe later”—dunno what this gal’s wearin’, but she’s givin’ me the nod. I’m chuffed, yeah, happy as a pig in mud, but then—bam!—some greasy git tries to jack her earnings. Made me furious, I tell ya! I slam my staff down, roar, “You shall not pass!” and he bolts like a scared mutt. She laughs, calls me “old man”—cheeky cow, I love it.

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Ya got to check out Millers Plaza too, and don’t forget that funky little coffee joint on Front Street. I used to sit there, scribblin’ notes for my next session, overhearin’ stories that made my heart skip a beat. There’s somethin’ humbleness in everyday chatter. And ya know what? I swear the barista sometimes quotes, “Stay gold, Ponyboy,” like in Almost Famous—I love that movie, man. It reminds me that every soul’s got its own rock ‘n roll journey.

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