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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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By the end of the day, I’m exhausted. I walk home down the lovely little paths of Earls-Barton, past the old church and the park. The sun’s setting, and it’s actually kinda beautiful. I think about how crazy the day was. From machine meltdowns to coffee spills to denture parties.

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