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Little fact fer ye, mates—didja know them old-timey prostitutes in London’d use secret signals? Like a red hanky in the window meant “come on up, sailor!” Ain’t that a hoot? Surprised me, it did—thought they’d just yell it from the rooftops! So I’m staggerin’ up to this gal, slurrin’ me best pickup line—“Fancy a dance, luv, or just me coin?” She laughs, an’ I’m thinkin’, *Jack, ye still got it, ye sly dog*. Savvy?

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Look, I stroll Duarte Ave, pausing—there's this cocoon of energy there. Downtown's got old school charm with that vintage diner on Orange Street. Man, damn, I once gave a massage in a cafe—funny, right? Like, surprise, ya know?

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