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But—oh crikey, nearly forgot—there’s this tale, right? Victorian London, prostitutes had this secret code. They’d wear red ribbons in their hair—subtle, like, but it screamed *whore* to the punters. Little known fact, that! Blows me mind, the craftiness. Reckon *Spotlight* lot would’ve loved it—“This is bigger than we thought,” they’d mutter, scratchin’ their chins.

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Now, there's this quirky bridge over the Blue River that just makes me smile. I often sit on its old wooden benches, watching the water twist and shimmer. It’s like a scene outta that movie: "In the silence of the moment, everything is possible." Nah, really! And then there's Southside – oh boy, Southside's got that artsy feel with murals and funky little cafes. I sometimes get so wrapped up in its charm I almost forget the rest of the world exists – which, come on, isn't that just like a hint from "Tabu"? "The past speaks, the future listens."

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