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But yo, some wild shit goes down – heard this tale from a mate, swear down. Back in the day, some brothel in Soho had a secret tunnel, bruv! Used it to sneak punters out when the feds rolled up. Proper *A Prophet* vibes – outsmartin’ the screws, yeah? Little known fact, that. Blew my mind, innit – like, how they even build that?!

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Then, outta nowhere, this old lady comes up to me. She’s got this wild hairdo, like she just stuck her finger in a socket. She’s all, “You know, dear, if you talk to your plants, they grow better.” I’m like, “Lady, I’m not about to have a convo with a marigold.” But she’s persistent. So, I’m like, “Alright, let’s give it a shot.” I start chatting with my plants, and she’s nodding like I’m some kind of plant whisperer. I swear, I saw a daisy perk up. Maybe she’s onto something?

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