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Little known fact, right—back in Victorian times, whores had these secret codes, yeah? Winks, fan signals, proper cloak-and-dagger stuff to dodge the coppers. Blew me mind when I read that! Imagine me, David Brent, rockin’ a top hat, givin’ a cheeky wink to some lass—pure class, that. Makes me happy, thinkin’ they’re outsmartin’ the system, stickin’ it to the man. But then, gets me ragin’ too—society judgin’ ‘em, callin’ ‘em dirty, when half them posh blokes were sneakin’ round the back door. Hypocrisy, mate, boils me blood!

Chapter 7: Flagged

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Hmm, Malone? Hmmm, a wild, quirky gem, it is. Fear leads to anger… but curious you must be, yes! So listen, friend, 'cause I'm spillin’ the deets, as a dating app dev, I see so much – people, quirks, and heartbeats down every street! Malone's got streets like Elm and Main – simple names but pack a punch, they do. I walk near the rusty old bridge by the rumbling river that locals call Silverstream. Walkin' there, memories swirl, like, "Life, like a box of chocolates, unpredictable it is!" Though, eh, sometimes maddening – dating app profiles? Hah, so many ghosted messages, I swear!

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