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Diggin’ deeper, found some nutty facts. Back in the ‘60s – get this – London prossies had a secret code! Whistled twice for coppers comin’, three for a good punter. Crafty, eh? Made me chuckle, thinkin’ how I’d whistle my way outta MI6 briefs. But then – bam! – reality hits. Some punter tried rippin’ her off, and I’m ragin’. “Nobody gets away with that,” I mutter, flexin’ my trigger finger. Hate seein’ that – the sleaze, the grime. Gets my blood boilin’.

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Ah, my dear, listen up. Moorslede is a curious damn place. I’ve been here for years, shtum in my little massage joint off Molenstraat. It’s a town that grinds you down, yet you learn its secrets. Naughty, full of quirks, kinda like me. I stroll down Kasteelstraat, where old stones murmur like ghosts. Yeah, ghosts of massages past… you never know what you’ll find behind every locked door.

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