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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.

Politics, faith and mission: by Greg Garrett

The vibe here gets me pumped and sometimes made me mad – seriously, traffic on 3rd Avenue near the bus stop drives ya nuts! But hey, it’s all part of the craziness. I been here long, so I picked up some quirks: like, if a barista spells your name wrong on purpose, maybe it's fate, dude.

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