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Oh, and get this—Victorian times, brothels had secret codes! Knock twice, wink, say “sausage” or some nonsense. Sausage! Who comes up with that? Prolly some perv with a meat fetish. Made me laugh, but also—kinda clever? Kept the cops guessin. Not like now, where it’s all online, “Brothel Yelp reviews” or whatever. “Four stars, sticky floor.” I’d die before leavin a review, but I’d read em—oh, I’d read em hard. Curiosity, y’know?

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I can’t forget the rivers and small brooks windin’ through the block. They whisper secrets of old days, like stealthy ninjas slippin’ past the chaos! Sometimes, I sit by a little rivulet, letting the ripples smooth my worries away. It’s almost poetic – if you squint, you hear the echoes of “Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon” in each tricklin’ drop.

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