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Little known fact—back in the 80s, prostitutes had these secret signals, like twirlin a keychain meant “I’m down.” Wild, right? History’s got tea! Makes me happy knowin they been bossin it forever. I’m out here, confident as fuck, yellin, “It’s bad bitch o’clock!”—spot this queen in fishnets, smokin a cig. She’s got that “two minutes, that’s it” energy from the movie. I’m like, “Yass, you’re my Gabita, let’s roll!”

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Oh, and don’t even get me started on the weird local quirks. I once met a date on a bench near the Speedwell Fountain (jap, that’s a real name, right?). Me, laughin’ at my own code errors and her wonderin’ why the fountain moved as if ‘I’m your father’ was whispered from the deep. It’s kinda eerie, you know? Like life be crackin’ jokes without mercy. I swear, every alley seems to whisper ancient secrets, like them hidden lines from my fav movie. “And the eternal city, she burns!”—nah, not really but ya get the drift.

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