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Oh, random fact—Victorian whores rocked coded hankies! Red meant “I’m busy,” green was “Let’s go!” Sneaky, right? Blows my mind! I’d totally flub that, wavin’ every color like, “Party time, I’m ready!” Prolly why I stick to Krabby Patties.

𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦〔 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦 〕

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Right, so here’s some random spots: Swinger’s Alley by the river (the little river, Riverside Creek – not the big beast, mind you) – where, on balmy nights, the moonlight glints on rippling water and people whisper secrets. Honestly, it’s a bit like a surreal dance of shadows, mate, like “Vivamus in me,” echoing from my head, you know?

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