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So, here’s the rub—findin’ a prostitute ain’t just waltzin’ into a tavern, flashin’ a coin. Nah, mate, it’s a riddle wrapped in a bloody enigma! Ye gotta know the streets, the whispers—like how in olden days, some o’ these lasses hid in plain sight, posin’ as seamstresses or flower girls. Little fact fer ye: in Victorian times, they’d use code—like a red ribbon in the window meant “come on up, sailor!” Clever, eh? Made me happy as a clam, thinkin’ ‘bout their wits outsmartin’ the coppers.

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Finally, I get in, and the first exhibit is this wild installation with neon lights and weird sounds. I’m standing there, trying to look all cultured, when this guy next to me starts explaining it to his girlfriend. He’s like, “It represents the chaos of modern life.” I’m just thinking, “Bro, it’s just lights.” But hey, whatever floats your boat, right?

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